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i´ve finished top ten in our national 4X/DS cup 2004

When I was in high school, I was working out at my gym in St. Louis. I was doing standing calf raises and some old dude comes over to "instruct" me on how to do them correctly. I think grandpa looks pretty heathy, but am I really going to take advice from a 60+ year old. I politely listen and then disregard a lot of what he said.
Later on I see Grandpa over there with all these muscle heads gathered around him like Jesus giving a sermon. Turns out Joe Weider was trying to help me out, and I blew him off. Damn, I thought he looked familiar.

-adopted/ korean/ Veteran/ and i can EAT noodles through my nose!!

I talk to gabe at least 3 times a day. Sometimes on the phone sometimes online. This doesn't count all the times that we play poker together.

It's really quite scary.

-im lactose intollerant, yet i love dairy products and get bad stomach aches and sometimes worse...

-im a pizza delivery boy

My dad used to play hide and go seek with Johnnie Cougar Melloncamp. Melloncamp was cousins with my dad's old neighbors in Iowa.

Im 21 and Ive owned 4 cars, yet I havent had a running vehicle in over 2 years. 2 of the cars I owned before I got my license at 17 y/0.

edit: I paid for all the cars by myself, my brother and sister both either had cars given to them or had help buying them. Also not having a car right now is probably a brag, I live in the city a block from the train; train takes 15 minutes to downtown, 20 minutes to the airport. Also its nice to walk/jog/skateboard to wherever I have to go.

trik you have had a great life

little league baseball world series on sportscenter, almost dying b/c of your treehouse, just being awesome and stuff.

cool shit man.

i hate my dad but i'm afraid i'm turning into him

I receive about $900 a month from social security until I graduate High School.

about a year or two ago; i had temporary schizophrenic pyschcosis. just came outta nowhere, and i was fucking crazy for about a week. luckily just got sent home t parents from uni, and didnt get locked up or anything. was actually a lotta fun; like being on adrenachrome and MDMA at the same time.

Ironically, i had this schizo sn years before i went crazy; even more ironically i started to believe in god when i did go crazy. (eastern type oreintal god not, certainly not christian)

i'm allergic to milk, eggs, nuts, dust, pollen, cat dander, ragweed, and a host of other shit. because of my milk allergy i don't get enough calcium -- i've broken my left arm once and my right arm 3 times. the time i broke my left arm, i also broke my right at the same time. for 4 weeks i had two casts on but i still managed to beat Baldur's Gate in my basement. that game is hard too. also i have a slight crater in my chest and a huge ass adam's apple (my friends call it an adam's cantaloupe.) in addition i get freak nosebleeds often in the spring and fall. also for 6 years in a row i got pneumonia every fall. i'm sure there's other shit wrong with me too but i forget now

Holy shit Alibi.

When I was in the Peace Corps I lived in a town called Tejutla, San Marcos which is in the Western Highlands of Guatemala. http://www.fallingrain.com/world/GT/17/Tejutla.html

Anyhoo, it's up in the mountains around 8000 feet (Denver is at about 5000 feet). One of our modes of transport was mountain bikes. The bikes were so/so and were passed down from volunteer to volunteer. My bike had been used by a volunteer in my same town and he used it all the time, so the brake pads were worn down pretty much the whole way.

So my wife and I go off to a town that is about an hour away by bike. I had to use the Flintstone style of braking (feet on road) since the wheels still rotated even if I had the brakes on the whole way when I was going down the bigass hills but we got there relatively easily.

On the way back home, we got to the top of a big hill which had a switch back at the bottom of the incline. I asked my wife to go first so I could judge how fast she was going and then I'd figure out whether or not I could make it. She didn't seem to grasp that concept. So I decided to go for it.

As soon as I started the descent I realized that the hill was a lot steeper than it looked. Even with my brakes on full I was picking up a lot of speed. So I started the Flintstone braking style - but I was going to fast and that wasn't really slowing me down enough. At this point I am almost at the base of the hill - and I am probably going about 20 mph. I start trying to make the turn for the switchback and the bike starts skidding (this was a dirt road with about 3 inches of dust and gravel everywhere). So I quickly determine that my options are to keep turning and wipeout on the road and get some knarly road rash or straighten out and go off the road into that bush straight ahead of me.

I chose option # 2 and went for the bush. Unfortunately the bush was more of like just weeds, and behind the so called "bush" was a ravine about 20 feet deep with a little creek at the bottom which I failed to notice when I was making the split second decision as to whether to go straight and be stopped by the bush or turn and wipe out.

I don't remember the fall, but I do remember landing. I landed perfectly at the bottom of the ravine in the creek. It hurt. I managed to somehow scoot my way out of the creek onto the side and just sat there stunned.

My wife who watched this entire display from the top of the hill saw my feet fly over the edge of the ravine and assumed I was dead since the last ravine we had just passed was closer to a 200 foot drop. She came down shortly thereafter, saw I was alive, and went into a nutty sort of trance where she determined that getting my bike (which was about 5 feet down the ravine side) back to the road was more important than anything else. While she was doing that, I just continued to sit on the creekside in a stupor.

Luckily, two guys on motorbikes came by within like 10 minutes of my failed attempt to fly (this road often got absolutely no traffic whatsoever) and my wife got them to go back to our town and try and get the town ambulance (like a vw bus with the seats taken out) to come scoop me up. Somehow they also helped me walk out of the creekside and onto the roadside (I still don't know how I did that, but I know they didn't carry me - I walked) and then off they went and we just waited for help to arrive.

While waiting all of the neraby farmers decided to come out and see what all the excitement was about. They took off my wet clothes (good thing) and covered me with a horse blanket that smelled like horse shit (good and bad thing). They also offered me coffee (weird thing) and tried to put a 5'4" guy's pants on me (I'm 6'4" so that's just a dumb thing). All the while some wizened old lady was wailing "el gringo va a morir" ("the honky is gonna die") over and over again. My wife lost it when I told her I loved her (at that point I knew something was screwed up internally and I thought I had broken my hip and my shoulder and I had no idea if or how long it would take for help to arrive).

There were still adventures with getting me to the hospital (the people from my town couldn't find the keys to the ambulance for a while and once they did it was still about a 6 hour journey to the hospital in Xela and then I had to get airlifted to Guatemala City which took another day) ... but I've rambled for long enough.

The end result was a lacerated spleen, and a hairline fracture of my pelvis.

Great story.

man this thread is so awesome even know it started with so much hating

Back in 1971, when I was born in Seoul, men were not circumcised in Korea (might be different now, I don't know).

After my family moved to the U.S. in 1977, my parents soon learned that circumcision was the norm and most believed it was more sanitary and healthier. I think I was 9 years old when I was circumcised. The doctor used local anesthesia. All I remember is the pain of the syringe and then hearing the snipping sounds.

No wonder you wear a blue helmet.

When I was 7 months pregnant with my first child (2002) I was driving from Virginia to Michigan with my husband when we got caught in a bad snowstorm. I was in the right lane behind a semi that was kicking up so much snow I couldn't see so I decided to pass him. While I was in the left lane I saw an accident ahead, with a cop car parked behind a car that had slid off into the cement traffic devider. I went to slow down for it, but we hit the same patch of ice that the first car had and went careening into the cop car. Just before we slammed into the back end of it, I saw the cop standing between his car and the divider. Then, BOOM! The front half of my car and the back end of the patrol car practically fused together.

Once my husband calmed me down (I don't remember much about right afterwards, I think I was in a bit of shock) we got out to see if the cop was okay. He must have jumped in foot first through the drver door, because when we found him he was laying unconcious (but breathing) over the front seats of his (now completely wrecked) car. My husband grabbed the cop radio and started yelling "Officer Down!" into it.

Some guy ran up to me and asked if he could do anything. He was the driver of the original wrecked car and he and his buddies had been standing across the road watching all of this. He had a cell so I asked him to call 911 (This actually really pissed me off, wouldn't you have already called if you saw all that?)

The cop regained conciousness a couple minutes later, and the police and ambulances arrived really quickly. They took the cop away and I asked to go to the hospital as well so they could check on the baby.

After X-rays and checkups and giving our statement to the police we emerged with severe whiplash and a ticket for 'failure to control vehicle.'

The cop got a broken arm and a concussion.

Both of our cars were completely totaled.

haha this turned into a circumcision thread...

goat - just say no!

i dont think some ppl could take the details lol

Anyway yeah had to see a doctor, who sent me to hospital, who recommended (more advised) the op. Im fine physically but it would make things more comfortable. Im not really explaining it well actually. I rarely get discomfort but sometimes (especially when a woman isnt very eh wet lol it can hurt a little)

Im fine with the idea coz ive a close mate that had to get it done when he was around 20, i just havent booked an appointment dunno why.

BTW there was one funny part to my day!!

Doctor in hospital asked me ''How did this happen? Was it in your sleep or during sexual intercourse?''

I just laughed at him, since when is masterbating considered sleeping.

lube > surgery

yah.. lube ftw lol

I'm baffled why cutting off your own "hoodie" would make sex less painful with a dry woman. To me, it would seem it would add protection.

Anyhoo - the real answer is that you need to be doing more foreplay so that she ain't like the sahara down there. Should make it more enjoyable for both of utes.

I think maybe we need a new forum for sex advise. I would make a good Dr. Ruth.

Chard's guide to good sex
1) lift up shirt, caress boobie
2) pull down skirt, grab cock

....

PROFIT!!!

chard I dont think the problem occurs so much during sex with another person... I kinda ran into this problem with a girl this past weekend.. Shes giving me a handjob, and we are both really drunk, and that shit fucking hurt! Stupid vaginal bleeding...

I used to work in the movie biz in Hollywood.
I was an Assistant Director in the Director's Guild of America for many years and I was fortunate to work on such films as, The Shawshank Redemption, Wild Things, The Peacemaker and Casino, to name just a few.

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