Bogleg

Been nice playing with you Stig - welcome to the site. Ignore Hxtr.

If you are using the elegant theme you can't see the white font at all. You have to highlight all the text to read it - which makes it impossible to read on the mobile version. My childhood was almost exactly like LOM's. In addition to my regular chores, I got a couple of paper routes when I was 12 and woke up every day of the year at 5am to deliver morning papers, no matter the weather. My daily route covered about 3 miles and I did it on my bike as it was only 30 or so papers - my Sunday paper route required me to walk and refill my bag at least 4 times - due to both the size of the Sunday paper and how many I had to deliver - seemed like every single house in my neighborhood and the one next to me got the Sunday paper. I bought my first real ten speed with my own money from my paper route (a red Schwinn Traveler). I loved that bike - I put over 10000 miles on it. Then some lady hit me and totaled it, so I replaced it with a red Trek 440. I put over 10000 miles on that bike too between the age of 16 and 18. I sold it when I went to college - stupid decision. And while I played all kinds of sports and fished the local river every day - even in the winter - I still rode my bike 8 miles each way to the only mall in town in the summers nearly every day so I could blow some quarters at the arcade. I held the Centipede and Tempest records at that arcade for a long, long time. I really got into riding my bike anywhere I could - most mornings during the summers when I was in high school, even though I didn't have my paper routes anymore and worked at a short order restaurant/ice cream parlor (Bridgeman's), I still got up at 5am and rode my bike for 2 or 3 hours, usually 30-45 miles each day. This was in the early 80s, when I could wear a Walkman on my bike without some asshat yelling at me about it.

After having been told my danglies looked like an elderly rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some of this as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly succesful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits. Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus's birthday as a bit of a treat. I ordered it well in advance and working in the North sea I considered myself a bit above some of the characters writing the previous reviews and wrote them off as soft office types...oh my fellow sufferers how wrong I was. I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen. I didn't have long to wait. At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head. Religion hadn't featured much in my life until that night but I suddenly became willing to convert to any religion to stop the violent burning around the turd tunnel and what seemed like the destruction of the meat and two veg. Struggling to not bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel of in the sink and only succeeded in blocking the plughole with a mat of hair. Through the haze of tears I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief. I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, tore the lid of and positioned it under me. The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing soon returned . Due to the shape of the ice cream tub I hadn't managed to give the starfish any treatment and I groped around in the drawer for something else as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon.I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so.I took a handful of them and tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse. This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found it's way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was running it's engines behind me. This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain. The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before. Unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering..." Ooooh that feels good ". Understandably this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and as I hadn't heard her come in it caused an involutary spasm of shock in myself which resulted in the sprout being ejected at quite some speed in her direction. I can understand that having a sprout farted against your leg at 11 at night in the kitchen probably wasn't the special surprise she was expecting and having to explain to the kids the next day what the strange hollow in the ice cream was didn't improve my status...So to sum it up Veet removes hair, dignity and self respect...

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doping_at_the_Tour_de_France Scroll down, read it and weep if you are a cycling fan. The greatest American cyclist remains Greg Lemond. And the world's current greatest is probably Cadel Evans who has multiple top 3 finishes in the TdF with no positive tests and no implications. Carlos Sastre is another who was robbed his entire career, apparently.

Get some Hxtr! FU Full Tilt!

The lawyer testing the windows wins it for me.

Why would I cringe about that? I couldn't care less what the most widely used Unix OS in the world is.

If you already had a birthday this year, ad 1013 instead of 1012.

Revolvers are supremely dependable. Nice firearm.

It's a nut you fool.

Yeah but some of those martians are hot:

Ahhhhh I figured out how it works now. Duh.

Hrm... it worked for me too. But my birthday is in a month. Will it work then?

Yeah cars and depreciation suck. My last one was a 2005 that I put 147K miles on. I ended up having a $2500 maintenance issue on it last year and the dealership offered a more than fair trade-in value for it so I got a new one. If that maintenance stuff hadn't have happened I would still be driving it I think. The difference between the two vehicles is unbelievable, though. For the money I don't think you can find another SUV with all the features and creature comforts that the new GC's have from another company.

Count me in. I just applied for CCW in WI.

Nice. I'm not a new car every year kinda guy unfortunately - I only have 15k miles on my 2013 Overland.

I played both in college. Rugby is a lot of fun - no question about it. But there is no way it "beats the shit out of NA football." Have you played both? I do think overall rugby players are better conditioned than the non-skill position players in football, but NA football is much, much more violent. I have met (and played with) many, many NA football players who were good or great rugby players. I have yet to meet a rugby player who became a great NA football player. There is just way too much technical knowledge required for every position on the field in NA football.

North American Football requires many DIFFERENT skill sets. While offensive and defensive lineman (and linebackers and fullbacks and, to some extent, running backs) do require brute strength - and at the NFL level super-human strength - the skill position players (quarterbacks, receivers, defensive backs) do not. But they do require world class speed and agility. We're talking about people that can run 4.3 second 40 yard dashes and hit someone - or be hit by someone - going full speed wearing armor and get back up from it. While american football is certainly my favorite spectator sport, I still think hockey players are the best all around athletes. They have eye-hand coordination like baseball players, they hit like football players, they play multiple games a week, they have to have incredible core strength and balance, they have to have supreme fitness at all positions on the ice. The only thing they lack in athletic prowess, really, is the brute strength - but as far as team sports are concerned, you don't see that requirement beyond maybe the props in rugby and the linemen in american football. Although, all that being said, there can be made an argument for NBA players. Think about how huge those guys are, and how agile they are, what stamina they have, especially when you consider most of them are approaching 7' tall.

To quote The Beer Drinker's Handbook: "there is no such thing as bad beer. There are just varying degrees of good."

google googled. The universe just twisted itself in a knot.

BRING IT!

Wow, what an awesome lineup. Iron Maiden is one of my all time favorite bands.

I have a Wii, but I only play hunting games, racing games, and sports games on it.

For the heli I was in the middle of the laptop animation - it wasn't open. All the bugs were on the same map. Winter map with two bridges on one side, has two gates on it. I don't know the name. I was under the back-end of a truck when I hit the car. I was frozen before sudden death - then it knocked all the frozen people to spec and I got the 3 death streak message - yes. All this occurred on that same map.

Three bugs I noted today: 1) Tried to call in standard heli and got shot while calling it in; lost the heli completely. 2) Spawned car while crouched under structure; respawned stuck to structure. 3) When sudden death in a round came up and I was already frozen, received "death streak" message.