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Actually, I think it deadened the nerves in the hand more than anything. I could hardly feel it. :wacko:
Slapping evildoers across the land! With my gigantic hand! I like the sound of it. Unfortunately my hand is back down to a normal size again, so I'll need to come up with some other gimmick to make me stand out from all the other superhero posers. :wacko:
How's that hangin', by the way? :wacko:
Extremely low. :disgust:
I've never given blood, but I've had a lot of blood taken over the years. I can think of a couple of times where the girl could have used a little bit more practice. Still, it wasn't agonizing pain or anything, just... wasn't pleasant. Usually when I go in, it's quick and barely noticeable. :shrug:
You should try some basketball to relieve tension. Just try not to dunk it.
......Why couldn't you have been Jack?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DhEKjg_KxIs
Neither. Know why? Because I'm a breasts man.
I have a medical situation that I'm in the process of taking care of regarding one of my testicles.
Anything else you want to know?
Yeah... I'm really skinny... although I haven't weighed myself lately. Maybe the gym and extra food I've been eating has been taking an effect? I might have gained, like... two pounds? :top:
The high fives at the end of the episode when we catch the bad guy and save the day would be epic.
Truth, although they'd probably want me to be the catcher. Fuck that noise. The catcher helps do all of the work but gets none of the glory. I mean, they just sit there taking balls after balls after balls after balls, pounding into them, mercilessly. And at the end of the day who gets all the reward? The pitcher, because he relentlessly threw his balls into the catchers strike zone, over and over, until the warm pleasure of victory squirted all over the teams face. The warm, viscous, milky white victory.
Almost seven, indeed. I'm ready to stop having birthdays, now. >_<
Okay, so I've had an extremely rare glass of champagne every now and then. Actually, I bought alcohol for the first time just the other day. It wasn't for me though, and it certainly wasn't for a minor that I may or may not be related to. :wacko:
That was... exactly the answer I was looking for. :wacko:
You have to be careful waving to strangers, because what if one of them doesn't have hands? You'll seem cocky. It's like "Look what I got fucker! I'm gonna go pick something up!"
Just sit on your hand for a half hour or so. :wacko:
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I'm not classy enough to pull off scotch.
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Fuck I miss him...
I usually pick up a 2-6 of rye about once a month and a twelve pack of Rickard's Red about the same amount. More if there are people coming over to watch a hockey game, which... never happens, actually. Beyond that, most of the alcohol purchasing I've done over the last couple of years have been for minors. Although that should stop, since they both turned 19 earlier in the month.
YAY FOR UNDERAGE DRINKING
And with that, the HO fell into a deadly silence, one that couldn`t be stirred with the vicious pounding from the realm above. Not the occasional scream, nor the ever flowing river that came down, when it was all settled down...
That probably failed horribly, didn`t it?