BurnnBright

Great choice! breaks the website like no other. He's doing an outstanding job. Congratulations !

Wow! I'm so sorry, Funstick. That's a terrible thing to do to a person. I hope you find peace and true love.

Congratulations Bud!

So sorry, Angel. I'm praying for peace and healing for your dad and your family. God has a way of workings things out. It's not always the way we think He should but He knows what he's doing. Trust and believe.

Congratulations, Ping!

Welcome to the forums. It was fun playing with you today.

I used to refer to Call of Duty as the "other woman". If ya can't beat them, join them. So here I am.

This first one is for Gorilla. I have to say.......he was right.....partially. Stevie Nicks, John Fogerty, Foo Fighters, Rick Springfield, Members of SlipKnot, Cheap Trick, Nirvana, Queens of the Stone Age and others. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eeAKwt4JQZQ And just a FEW of the news articles about the event. Man! I wish I had been there! http://movieline.com/2013/01/19/dave-grohl-rick-springfield-sound-city-players-concert-sundance-foo-fighters/ http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1700516/dave-grohl-sound-city-players-sundance-2013.jhtml http://www.latimes.com/entertainment/movies/moviesnow/la-et-mn-sundance-2013-sound-city-rocks-park-city-20130119,0,3227181.story - Then '80s rock poster boy Rick Springfield took the stage to run through his hard-edged Sound City Players number “The Man Who Never Was” before delivering blistering renditions of his massive hits “I’ve Done Everything for You” and “Jessie’s Girl,” whipping the crowd into a veritable frenzy. After they hit the final chords of "Jessie's Girl" while backing Rick Springfield, an overjoyed Grohl leaned into his microphone, waved his right arm and said "Bucket list. Check."

Wow! Congratulations, Arrienne! What an exciting opportunity!

5.0 out of 5 stars In every man's heart there is a devil, but we do not know the man as bad until the devil is roused, 20 May 2012 I accidentally applied this product to my womb raider, coin purse and coal hole after mistaking it for almond flavoured cake icing (it was my wife's birthday). Within eight minutes I was positioning myself on a railway line in a desperate attempt to remove the lower half of my body and thus relieving me of the phenomenal pain inflicted upon me by this work of unspeakable evil. Alas, my attempts were futile as all trains were cancelled due to another Veet related incident further up the line. I drifted in and out of consciousness for the next two weeks, after which I awoke at the bottom of a railway embankment surrounded by the lifeless bodies of several species of local wildlife which had succumbed to their curiosity and strayed too close to my horrendously super-heated pubic region. The unimaginably wicked stench of the singed fur of a short-tailed weasel will haunt me for the rest of my now severely diminished days. Following my eventual rescue by Eastern European copper thieves, I was informed by the doctors in the burns unit that, such was the biblical scale of the damage inflicted upon my gentleman's truffles, I can expect my children, my children's children and my children's children's children to be born with permanent alopecia and thus meaning my genetic legacy to the human race will be a sub-species closely resembling 80's animated TV star, Morph. Does anybody know if they sell this in a bigger tube?

One more "Bless Your Heart" lesson and I'm done. Some of the Many Uses of ‘Bless Your Heart’ Example: When someone walks into a room wearing a distasteful outfit and someone says “Bless her/his heart” … it means: “That poor thing has the tackiest taste in the world!” or it could even be more specific as in “Good grief, those pants make her bottom look like it’s dragging the ground!” When, let’s say, a family member calls and tells you of something stupid another family member has done there are several “Bless her/his heart”s and this means: “Well, even though they don’t have enough sense to get out of a wet paper bag, we still love them.” When someone you love and care about gets hurt or has something bad happen to them and you say “Bless your heart”…. it means “Oh, I am so sorry you are going through this, I wish I could take it away and make things better.” It can be a form of empathy and used as a big hug…. as in when a friend calls and tells you about how bad her job is, and the kids are going crazy, and the dog just destroyed the house….. we say “Bless your heart”….and it means: ”Honey, I hate that you’ve had a bad day, but I’m glad it’s you and not me!” And then one of the biggest ways southerners use “Bless your heart”….is a way to identify each other. You pretty much know where someone came from when they use this powerful phrase. You also know where someone came from if they use it incorrectly. {And you appropriately say “Bless. your. heart.”} Now, this is definitely an abbreviated lesson….just in a nutshell. There are many other ways to use it, and the nuances are many….for instance: when it is said through clenched teeth, drawn out slowly, with a squeal, etc…..but, for any of you that are not familiar with it, I don’t want to overwhelm you. I am proud to say that we had our new friend using this lovely phrase 90% correctly within two days. She was a quick learner. Only a few stumbles…but we quickly said “Bless your heart!” and covered for her. She also had a question about the phrase “Fixin’ to”……whew! That’s a whole other lesson. I’ll have to tackle that on another day. Bless ALL of your hearts today~ {and I mean that in the best, most loving way}

The term "Bless your heart" is used in many ways. I was using is like #2 below........this time. 1: phrase used by Southern women to excuse themselves for speaking ill of someone else. 2: an expression of sympathy or pity. 3: a polite way to respond to an ignoramus, particularly male, who showers upon you flattering but unwanted compliments. 1: "She's as ugly as a mud-fence, bless her heart." 2: "Well, bless your heart, that must have been terrible!" 3: drunk fella: "I think you're beautiful! Even if you were ugly, I'd STILL think you were beautiful!" recipient: "...bless your heart."

Bless your heart, Twinkie. You've had a rough time with that knee. I hope this operation is a huge success and you can get back on your feet again soon.

Happy Birthday, Spears! Hope you have a great day. Be blessed!

Happy Birthday, Paperman! Hope it's the best one yet. Take care and be blessed!

There's a fine line between pleasure and pain, 23 Dec 2012 By BenK - See all my reviews This review is from: Veet for Men Hair Removal Gel Creme 200 ml (Personal Care) I didn't really believe all this metrosexual manscaping stuff until a female friend pointed out to me quite reasonably that what's good for the goose is good for the gander' and if I wanted the fairer sex to take a gander at the lower plenty region then I should consider my options. my first sculpting attempt was with scissors and a razor and that didn't turn out too well. Needless to say I'm not Edward Scissorhands (in fact I'm not any Johnny Depp character). But I digress, and I was eventually guided towards Veet Hair Rmoval Cream. I'm not going to say I hate the person who suggested Veet because like any typical male, I chose to forge on without reading the warning label. I was more concerned at this stage with getting the blue vein cigar looking like a Cuban. The product comes with a convenient applicator and so I slathered the stuff on around the yam bags and the tummy handle like Rolf Harris slapping up a caricature. The Buddhists believe in the seven circles of life. This was like dying and being reincarnated as a pig on a spit, complete with a red hot rod running right up the chocolate highway - seven times. I went into survival mode, intent on getting the vital organs to safety, as it felt like I'd been shot in the groin by a flame thrower. My first thought throughout the delirium of pain was to apply something cold and I found a face cloth in the bathroom, ran it under the cold tap and literally jammed it up my anus. This did nothing so I found the old sportsman's stand-by, a bag of frozen peas, in the freezer. I put he peas on the kitchen floor and sat on them, then shuffled my arse up and down the kitchen like a dog pleasuring itself on the grass that makes those annual funniest home video shows. I didn't realise at the time but I was screaming, a point only made clear to me when my flat mate and his girlfriend walked in on me, wondering what I was doing to their frozen vegetables. Only when the torture subsided did I manage to check on the situation south of the border to find something akin to a turkey's neck that had blushed furiously after hearing an unpleasant story, albeit a completely hairless turkey. This proved two things to me; that the product worked a treat, and that men are better off hoping for the return of the hursuite 70s. Ten times as ugly but a million times less painful.

5.0 out of 5 stars Increased Sports Performance Bonus, 24 April 2012 By Tagnutt Mandeville - See all my reviews This review is from: Veet for Men Hair Removal Gel Creme 200 ml (Personal Care) As a highly competitive amateur athlete, I have long been aware of the benefits of a highly polished scrotum pole and hair-free saddle-bags, especially when going for the `longer look' as displayed by Linford in his famous lunchbox. Previously I had used the old-school method of a cutthroat razor, but as you can imagine, this was a tricky and delicate operation, and to make matters worse, it was difficult to get into a comfortable position in the chair at my local Barbers. Anyway, I am quite hairy down there and my snippet valve looks like Brian May's plughole so eventually the Barber said he could no longer perform the task for me. He also said that looking up my whizzer every Saturday at 11:30 put him off his lunch, as he usually has toad-in-the-hole followed by chocolate-coated donuts as a Saturday treat. He did not want to leave me in the lurch and said that he had read some excellent reviews on Amazon about Veet for men and suggested I give it try. Like many other reviewers, I made the mistake of not reading the bumph properly; I used the whole tube and completely coated my cock eggs, barse and nipsy with the stuff. Anyway, I lost track of time, and it was the foul stench of dissolving clinkers and melting hair that brought me to my senses. As I looked at my watch through the putrid fog that had formed around me, I could see that it had been applied for exactly 5 minutes 59 seconds. This presented me with a problem, as when the searing pain began, I was outside my flat, sat in the communal gardens, in a deck chair precisely 100 meters and 3 flights of stairs away from my bathroom. It was as if I had lowered my under-carriage through a volcano and into Hades, whereupon Beelzebub, annoyed by the uninvited intrusion, jabbed me in the rectum with his fork. I took off from the deckchair like Usain Bolt out of the TV adverts. Within 12 seconds, the bathroom was filled with steamy fetid barse broth, and I had the clock weights, biffin's-bridge and Sherriff's badge under ice-cold running water at the tap end of the bath. This did not please the missus, as she was relaxing in there at the time surrounded by floating petals and candles, although she did say that the sight of my ringpiece flashing like a brake light was impressive, and she was pleased to see that my arse barnacles had all but disappeared. When I looked at my watch again, I realised how quickly I had made it up the stairs and the idea dawned on me that I had discovered a 100% legal sports performance enhancer. Now when I compete in a competition I dab a small amount around my Samantha Janus and taint exactly 6 minutes before the race is due to start. If I am doing the hurdles, I change the ratio and put more on my barse to make me jump higher. This proved to be particularly effective a couple of weeks ago, as after crossing the hurdles finish line, I accidentally won the high jump and steeple chase too, looking for the water jump to wash the stuff off. Now I can hear you all thinking that none of this is particularly extraordinary, especially given the reviews that you have already read. However, when I tell you that I am 45 years old, 5' 4" tall and weigh 15 stone, and I used to do the shot-put that should put things into context. As this is an Olympic year I think Tagnutt and Mandeville or whatever their names are, should be redesigned with hairless nether-regions and the British squad should use my technique and be sponsored by Veet, although I don't recommend it for the beach volley ball team.

Knee bent showing only thigh and calf.

Inside crease of the elbow

Wooo hoooo!!! Yay me!!!! After I guessed that, I looked back at the pic and wondered why I didn't see that all along.

Pencil?

Ding ding ding. I said a piece of wood. lol Coffee stirrer

Milk? Creamer? Vanilla? Since we had a coffee theme going.