Damn, this comment has 69 likes, and if I've learned anything on the internet it's that I can't touch that number myself unless someone else does first and then it's really only appropriate to take it up to 420 because memes or something. Or is that the kind of online behavior we've been taught to analyze critically by Erik? Perhaps I'll give it a like anyway, and then if I receive any criticism I'll simply explain that there are multiple enjoyable sexual positions. "70" could fairly remind such critics of the times when they were a bigger-boned youngster laying in bed and pleasuring themselves next to the family dog laying with feet stretched out and paws forward while facing away, and thus not watching. It's considerate to not traumatize animals that way. I think PETA would approve. Not trying to make any dirty jokes here, just want to leave a good comment, thanks for reading. Also the 7 could be a snake that's just positioned that way. I don't judge your preferences. Or maybe a mutilated dolphin or something else. Again, not judging. Only god can judge and since he created snakes and other animals and everything and probably watches what they do and with whom, then I guess he knows you better than me. (Also, if you get 71 likes you could imagine the same thing except now you're skinny because you successfully lost weight. Good for you.)
If you define success as going nowhere in life recycling the same old premise because you can't think of anything new, and while your fans are still completely fooled you know it's only a matter of time before they start to see the wear on your cheap suit and realize you've always been a one trick pony. But maybe that is a kind of success in this hellscape of greed and corruption, where honest work is barely a step above slavery and any kind of living you can use to sail above the suffering of the masses and live a life of pitiful opulence is enough to say, "I made it." Maybe he'll lose it, but all he can do is keep writing trash and hope that switching to the bottom shelf liquor and drowning it with cheap sugary mixers will be enough to make sure his fortune lasts his lifetime, or his lifetime lasts his fortune.
You know, back when I subscribed to you, back in the Pineapple-Erik arc, when I first read your user name, this is exactly what I imagined the content would be.
There's a guy here on RU-vid who signed a 5 ad deal with SurfShark and decided he was going to push how outrageous he could make an ad and get it approved. His final attempt to get his contract voided involved him torturing a man with power tool because he was using NordVPN. I honestly think they do no care about contents because they have no clue what works
Erik making a video in a wine cellar immediately after an Internet Historian video on wine is obviously a 5D chess meta commentary on plagiarism 5D in this case being a reference to how many of my boys’ D’s I’m bouncing on
In Florida getting a carry license involves firings a gun once and sitting though 20 minutes of gun a safety video and 40 minutes of being sold lawyers in case you shoot someone. Oh and $180. Getting a motorcycle license is literally more extensive.
"Getting a motorcycle license is literally more extensive" Uh yeah, why wouldn't it be? Driving a motorcycle is a lot more complicated than carrying a gun in a holster, it's not even comparable. What's your point?
@@airbo793 one is one of the most basic form of transportation and the another a tool for life ending self defense. Don’t get me wrong, I like firearms and own many. However with stand your ground laws, ending a life with a simple “I was scared for my life” and no expectations of extensive knowledge and training for those who conceal carry can cast firearms owners who are responsible in a negative light. If it was a known fact you had to demonstrate familiarity with every function of a common firearm before maybe it could help.
"That old guy who stood up to you was cool, but there's like a 63% chance he used some really uncool words about it later to his wife" is such a good line lmao 14:21
I've unironically watched that clowncore video (and most of the visual album) about 3 days out of the week for the last 2 years. Never expected a Erik comment to grace my hallowed grounds.
This video is certainly one of the finer things I’ve seen online. After sifting through numerous types of content such as natural birth and isis execution videos, I couldn’t quite find what I had wanted. Thankfully, I came across your work and was able to find something proper- a channel dedicated entirely to etiquette! Thank you, Erik, for your sacrifice
Canadians did the 'public ethics social experiment' thing a while back and it went even better: Around 2005 some college students in Hamilton ON planted a middle-eastern looking friend at a bus stop downtown and had one of their buddies loudly accuse him of being a terrorist while they filmed peoples' reactions. Not only did just about everyone at the stop tell him to fuck off, two of the most skid-looking dudes intimidated and suckerpunched him, probably breaking his nose, while he screamed "IT'S A SOCIAL EXPERIMENT!" It's the most Hamilton ON thing I've ever seen.
Never thought I’d see Clown Core so positively mentioned on an unrelated RU-vid channel but I’m here for it. Lodge Room gig last year was so sick he would’ve loved it.
I just woke up from a dream where a bee landed on my face and walked around grazing its stinger seeing if I’d react before somehow sticking said stinger in my mouth to poke my tongue and my only course of defense I could think of was to bite the bee- and it worked… anyway I can’t go back to sleep after that and MAN am I glad to see you post. Just what I needed to get my mind off the fact that bees are disappearing at an alarming rate and if humanity doesn’t get it’s shit together, we’re gonna be stuck with the real enemy… wasps
In anticipation of this lesson I have prepared a glass of imported Mountain Dew (literal mountain dew filtered from the Alps) and a silver platter of caviar pizza rolls. I’ve cancelled my Roblox plans and am prepared to partake in an Ivy League lesson in Global Networking Etiquette.
Don't seem to be livin until he bites ya, then those black eyes roll over white and then, oh then you hear the terrible high pitched screamin and the ocean turns red, in spite of all the poundin and the hollerin, he'll rip ya to pieces.
I always love when you get to the episode's twist and you can clearly see how Mr Salvia got the idea for it when he saw a trend of comments in a random video.
The passages continued on for another 100 feet or so before the cave opened up a little. It was at the end of a short straight segment of the cave. At the very end of the segment, the cave made a bend to the left and opened up into a room. Just at the point where the room began, there was a round rock that appeared to be leaning against the wall. This seemed odd, but singular formations are common in caves so it is by no means unique. I had crawled and stepped over several large chunks of rock that fell down from the ceiling, but this one was more round than the others. Once past the rock, the room opened up to a height of about 15 feet. It was about 15 feet in width and about 30 feet in length. At the far end of the room, there was another passage leading straight out. As I entered the room I had an eerie feeling. It was like the old saying that I felt like I was being watched. Once again the excitement of the new find faded, and the memories of the mysterious side of the cave crept back into mind. Suddenly I felt VERY alone. Fortunately for my ego, I was nearly out of time and had to get back to B before my half hour was up. I took several pictures of the room. I was going to just get a feel for how long the next passage was when something caught my attention. On the left side of the room on the wall at about eye-level, I discovered what appeared to be hieroglyphics! It was a single drawing that almost appeared to be just part of the rock coloration. It looked like very crude representations of people, standing below a symbol. I was pumped! This meant that there had to be another entrance to this cave. Even if the entrance was closed or blocked it might mean an opportunity to open it and get B into the cave. I took another look at the drawing to make sure I could describe it to B. Then I took some more pictures and headed back to B. When I got back to the squeeze I could barely talk fast enough to let B know everything I had discovered. He was just as excited to hear about our newly found treasures. As we debated what our next move would be I began to send my gear back through the Tomb to B. I told him it would be best if we got someone else to come back with me, in case something happened. He agreed. Once I got all of my gear through I was face with the wonderful task of having to negotiate Floyd’s Tomb again. Theoretically, a person should be able to get out of a passage he just crawled through by simply reversing what he just did. If he contorts his body a certain way to get in, he should be able to get into the same position to get out. In practice, this may not prove to be possible or practical. Such was the case with the Tomb. I determined in advance that I would attempt to go head first back through the squeeze. I knew that I could definitely make it by going feet first, but that would mean backing up all the way through the Tomb. That would take a long time and be very exhausting. My only concern in going head first was when I got to the end of the squeeze. I would have to get through the hole we had made without the benefit of being able to twist my body. Oh, well. I chose to go head first and deal with the exit when I got to it. I started into the squeeze very close to the tight spot, so at least I would have it over with soon. It turned out to be tricky getting through. I had to shift my hips to the right a little to get through. But I just kept plugging away at it. My hands were once again by my side. My head was turned to the right and I was scooting with my toes. And once again I was using my head as a gauge to tell when I was at the tight spot, then when I was past it. I seemed to get tired a little quicker on the way out. Must have been from all of the work we had done to get through. I was a little over half way through when something bizarre happened. I was laying there taking a brief break when I heard a sound deep within the cave. It was the faint, but distinct sound of rock sliding on rock. My blood froze in its veins. I couldn’t move. I just lay there straining to hear the sound again. Nothing. I quickly began to scoot toward the exit. I didn’t mention the sound to B, but I did recall one of our earlier trips when B said he heard the same thing. The task of getting out of our hole turned out to be as painful as I thought it would be. I had to put my arms overhead and force my shoulders through the hole. I definitely left some skin behind as I slipped through. B helped me as I wiggled my upper body out of the passage. Then I could catch myself and ease my lower body out of the Tomb. I was out!! B and I shook hands and began to load up our gear. I was trying to listen to any sounds coming from the hole, but we were making too much noise gathering our stuff. As much as I looked forward to getting into the passage, it was a relief to get back out. That is pretty much how I feel about caves in general. I love to go in, but I feel good when I get back out again. Something strange happened with the pictures I took in the new part of the cave. The pictures I took in the passage leading up to the large room all turned out just fine. Strangely none of the pictures taken in the room turned out! Pictures of the round rock, and more importantly pictures of the “hieroglyphics” I saw. Pictures taken before and after the room turned out great, but the negatives of the photos taken in the room were clear! Nothing. I remember what the hieroglyphics looked like so I drew a picture to give you an idea of what I saw.
One of your best Nord VPN ads yet, one of the few creators I don't skip the ad-reads...good times...alright off to go drink scotch, smoke cigars, and pay two unhoused individuals to take turns shooting apples off each others heads. But don't worry it's just a social experiment. Good day to you fine sir.
Thanks Erik, because of your ad I was taken aback to see areas that I know. Six flags (where I once worked) my home town and finally the current town I reside in. Why tell you all this? Upon realizing seeing such familiar places I shit my pants and have not been able to stop shitting. My life is falling in to disarray. I can't eat, I can't sleep, my wife left me and the dog....oh man the dog. I need help and seeing as you are the one who caused this mess I would like you to help me. I can't go on like this. What would my ancestors think?
Laughed so hard at the thumbnail. Got the perfect person to send a clip of the airbag to. Btw I can't cease my investigations with that part of the HAARP video missing. Put it back, Ted Cruz said so. Hahaha. Ok, not really, but serious. Holdin out yo. Like Pringles, can't just watch it once. K💜🇺🇸
"High class" is what we used to call ourselves in anthropology at community collage. Because we used to smoke weed with our teacher during class and talk about life and stuff. I'm not actually sure if it was a real class or not. I'm not actually even sure it was a real school or if I ever attended community collage. But what I do know is that weed is too expensive not to be considered part of the finer things in life. Like, why is no one talking about how inflation is affecting the price of weed? If I wasn't good friends with Jim Belushi, I would have to stop smoking. There's something seriously wrong with the world when you have to be friends with Jim Belushi to get weed. In fairness to Jim, his weed is really good. Like, amazingly good. If you're near Oregon, you gotta stop by his farm. He's a busy guy, but he always has time to sit down a smoke a blunt with good people.
Fantastic script on this one. Not sure if its the result of an entire month of writing or the frenzied push to get a video uploaded before 11:59:59PM PST on the last day of the month for a contractual obligation, but i lmao'd a whole fartload of times.
What's wrong with being poor? We grew up poor. Every day we got to get up and go work 25 hours a day shouldering the burdens of the economy until we collapsed from exhaustion so we could have unachievable dreams. Who knew we would one day sit around to enjoy some Chateau de Chaselet.
