RIP to Neg Dungus, very sad but his mother reported to me that he has passed away. I am heartbroken but he had butt cancer. I wish this wasnt true but it is unfortunately. His final wishes was for me to post the videos of him doing his favorite hobby, Ferret legging. Yes you may not know what this niche hobby is, but you put a live ferret in your pants and competitors have to endure having the live ferret in their pants for the longest time possible. He was very passionate about this and would always ask me "Hey when are we gonna go ferret legging, I love it!" Unforunately that time never came as he has died of cancer. RIP friend, I hope all the ferrets in your pants in heaven.

Neg died, cancer RIP

RIP he died will be missed cancer is a ♥♥♥♥♥ huh

Trains are really unpredictable. Even in the middle of a forest two rails can appear out of nowhere, and a 1.5-mile fully loaded coal drag, heading east out of the low-sulfur mines of the PRB, will be right on your ass the next moment. I was doing laundry in my basement, and I tripped over a metal bar that wasn't there the moment before. I looked down: "Rail? WTF?" and then I saw concrete sleepers underneath and heard the rumbling. Deafening railroad horn. I dumped my wife's pants, unfolded, and dove behind the water heater. It was a double-stacked Z train, headed east towards the fast single track of the BNSF Emporia Sub (Flint Hills). Majestic as hell: 75 mph, 6 units, distributed power: 4 ES44DC's pulling, and 2 Dash-9's pushing, all in run 8. Whole house smelled like diesel for a couple of hours! Fact is, there is no way to discern which path a train will take, so you really have to be watchful.

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did you die?