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Hey guise I would like to debate the merits of the tata nano vs a 1929 tbucket.

I was wondering where torg was today. I think their show is a welcome breath of fresh air from 100% srs bsns sports talk 24hrs a day on 97.1. Its just sports, it isn't that serious.

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If anyone is going down to view the colors, here's a heads-up: Rt.664 has construction between OMC and Rt.33. It's a STUPID setup, single lane with signals alternating direction. Unfortunately, they've utterly messed up the signal timing, and it's creating a massive backup heading towards the parks.

 

Forget 664...take either 374 around the back way, or 180/678 to 374. Frankly, those roads are WAY curvier and have better pavement anyway. Also, there are actual passing zones, so much better than being stuck behind some twit in a Santa Fe for 12 miles.

 

BTW colors should peak this week, but don't expect a lot of color this year. We haven't had a hard frost yet to bring out the reds and oranges. Conkle's Hollow was pretty nice on Saturday though!

I always get kicked out for swimming in the devils bathtub

so have the extractor tuned and run wilson mags.

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honestly though, if i were in that price range it just get a nice springfield.

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while this thread is here any one know where to get big bags of grass seed for a decent price that's not lowes, home depot, etc? There's got to be a cheaper way to get seed

The scotts shit is $$$$$$. I got a 20lb bag of mixed seed at menards for like $19.

heres how i see it:

Whenever I get a package of plain M&Ms, I make it my duty to continue the strength and robustness of the candy as a species. To this end, I hold M&M duels.

Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure, squeezing them ...together until one of them cracks and splinters. That is the "loser," and I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner gets to go another round.

I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and the newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that the blue M&Ms as a race cannot survive long in the intense theater of competition that is the modern candy and snack-food world.

Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen, or pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be a weakness, but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength. In this way, the species continues to adapt to its environment.

When I reach the end of the pack, I am left with one M&M, the strongest of the herd. Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, I pack it neatly in an envelope and send it to M&M Mars, A Division of Mars, Inc., Hackettstown, NJ 17840-1503 U.S.A., along with a 3x5 card reading, "Please use this M&M for breeding purposes."

This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for a free 1/2 pound bag of plain M&Ms. I consider this "grant money." I have set aside the weekend for a grand tournament. From a field of hundreds, we will discover the True Champion.

There can be only one.

that lesson being followed, i think this lifter is trying to become superior

story of how steave succumbed to steroid abuse:

On a cold Friday afternoon, I had come home from school. I had been thinking of the gym all day. I was hungry, didn't have any lunch. In fact, I didn't eat because I spent the money. For the past month I was saving up for something. Something special which I bought at GNC. I was surprised they didn't ask for ID; I was pretty sure the cashier noticed how nervous I was. Anyways, my mom asked my how my day was when I got home, but I ignored her. I have more important things to do. I run to the bathroom and unpack my bag. In my school bag is a white plastic bag from GNC. I open the bag, first removing the receipt and flushing it down the toilet to get rid of the evidence. My heart was racing now. I unpack the creatine monster from the bag.

I wonder what people will be asking me when they see that I will be 50lbs heavier. Should I say I was just eating a lot? I remove the label from the tub and tear it into a thousand small pieces. I flush that down the toilet, too. It is time now. I run up to my room when my mom ask me what I am holding. I panic, sweat drips down my forehead and my teeth chatter. "Mom, it's just for a school project". "What project?" "I don't know mom I just started it!". A tear runs down my cheek. I run upstairs and open the creatine, scooping upservings into a clear water bottle. What have I gotten myself into? I fill it with water and drink it. There is no turning back now. The creatine monster is inside me now, it will control me. What should I do if I die? I cant let my family know about this.

I open the creatine tub and throw it all out the window; a white cloud of mysterious dust sparkles into the wind so graciously. I feel the substance taking control of me; I am now the monster. I walk downstairs, its time to work out; time to get big. Now I worry, I don't want to get too big; people will think I use steroids. I do use steroids. No I don't. Creatine. All I see is the weights now, I am almost downstairs when I hear "Do you want a cookie I just baked". I know I do not have time for this **** now. "No mom I do not want a cookie" I walk in the basement and drop to my knees before the weights, tears running down my cheeks. I turn to the right and look at myself in the mirror. Oh god, what have I done?

I never bought any of that "size matters" crap until my junior year in college. I lived in the dorms with two roommates, David and John. David was a pretty ordinary looking guy, kinda quiet - but John was tall, lean, muscular and (according to him anyway) was hung like a bull. He used to joke about it a lot - even around my girlfriend, Amy. Amy was a sophomore and was petite, shy and somewhat quiet. I didn't like it when John would make his "big dick" comments and jokes around Amy, but she told me she didn't pay any attention to him and truth be told, she really couldn't stand John.

I have a 5.5" dick and with Amy being so petite, it always seemed to do the trick. I was only the third guy she'd ever been with and only her second boyfriend - maybe my guard was just down but who knows.

Anyway, one Friday night, Amy and I were hanging out in my dorm room drinking, smoking some weed and watching TV. David and John had both gone home for the weekend - or so we thought. At about 1AM (Amy and I were pretty toasted by then), John walked in. He'd ended up hanging out with some of his friends off campus and had decided to just drive home in the morning since his parents only lived about an hour and a half away.

He could see that Amy and I were both pretty hammered. He grabbed a beer and sat down and we smoked somem more weed with him. Amy was pretty drunk and started giving John ****. John seemed to get a kick out of it and I could see him kinda flirting with Amy. Then I noticed (and hoped that Amy wouldn't) that John wasn't wearing any underwear.

But Amy started massaging my dick through my jeans and being so ****ed up, I just laid my head back and enjoyed it - I couldn't believe she was doing that right in front of John! I heard John get up to pass Amy the joint we were smoking and I heard her gasp, long and deep and she suddenly stopped stroking my dick. I opened my eyes and saw John standing righ tin front of Amy with a HUGE ****ing bulge in his pants - just inches from her face. The room was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop.

He just stood there and I could feel her hand tremble and hear her breathing quicken. when she slowly looked up at him, almost in awe and respect, I could feel my heart start to pound in my chest. Then she softly whispered "ohhhhhhhhhhh" as she gingerly reached up to brush her finger tips across that massive knot in his pants. When she touched it, it throbbed - **** I could see it throb thorugh his pants - Amy just gasped again and looked up at him.

"What?" John asked her and just kinda laughed. Amy did NOT laugh. Instead, she softly asked "can i see it?" John stopped laughing, looked at her very seriously and told her to take it out. Amy never even hesitated - or looked back at me for an "OK" - just just obeyed him and began to open his jeans. I coudl see her nipples rock hard under her t-shirt and I could tell she was practically panting.

She opened his jeans and his big thick dick just fell out...and he had NOT been kidding. That cock was strong, thick, heavy and muscular. The head was a big purple mushroom that sat on top of the thickest shaft i'd ever seen. He was semi-hard and was HUGE compared to me. Amy just gasped and kept whispering "ohmygod..ohmygod...ohmygod". When she wrapped her hand around it, her brow just knotted in disbelief and she almost laughed at how thick he was - her fingers couldn't even touch.

John just stood there watching my girlfriend worship his magnificent cock. Slowly shaking her head in disbelief, she two-fisted him - one hand next to the other...and there was STILL a few inches left - and he was getting rock hard, too.

Amy smiled and patted the couch next to her and John sat down, his cock standing straight up. Honestly he had to be almost 10" (judging from the size of Amy's hand). I opened my pants and took my own cock out. Amy took my cock in her left hand and John's in her right - but there was little doubt whose cock was getting more attention. She couldn't take her eyes off his cock and her hand only occasionally stroked my dick...but John's she pumped with long, purposeful strokes until she finally couldn't help herself any longer and knelt in front of him, kissing his cock and rubbing it against her soft pale skin.

She sucked his dick until SHE came - just from sucking him! I stroked the whole time until he pulled her toward him, peeled off her pants (she didnt even make the slightest attempt to stop him) and sat her on his lap, her back to his chest - the two of them right next to me. She just rolled her head back to kiss him as he squeezed her tits through her shirt. Her hands went down and pushed that big cock against her pussy and she groaned so loud when it touched her that I thought people outside would hear.

John's dick was so ****ing big that he easily penetrated her from behind with her sitting on his lap. She arched up so she could take as much of it as she could and they started to **** right there next to me. It shocked me how easily her petite little body accomodated that horse cock of his. John pounded her in positions that i physically CANNOT do for over an hour - I have no idea how many times she came - she was even in tears a few times (though she never once told him to stop).

He asked her if she was on the pill and when she said she was on the patch, he told her that he was going to cum inside of her to mark her - which only made her cum again! when he finally came, he had Amy on her back, her legs shaking violently as they both came together - and true to his word, John dumped his seed deep up inside my girlfriend's pussy right in front of me. But **** - he didn't even lose his damn hard on! They ****ed for about another 40 minutes and he came twice more. Amy was a wreck by the time we all went to bed.

I will never forget the look on her face - like she was afraid of him and in love with him all at once - the whole time they ****ed. She later told me that there were no words to describe it - it was incredible but even that didn't seem enough. To my knowledge they never ****ed again and Amy and I dated for about another year before we finally broke up. I always wondered if she ended up with him or some other big dick guy.

But one thing I know for sure - she NEVER ****ed me like she did John and the things she said about John - the way she looked at him - and the way she was around him after that night (almost shy and meek) convinced me that a big dick makes a difference.

Amy told me that she "HAD to respect him" even if she didn't like him...and that she almost felt like he "had a right to her". So there ya go.

Top 8 is ok but you will still have a 9 and 10 team bitching cause they have the same record as the #8 team. I think it should be conference champions and then 2 or 4 wild cards. Its a step in the right direction, although I don't feel the BCS has gotten it wrong really, I feel that the best team has won the championship every year.

 

No matter what format they go with there will still be someone bitching that they didnt get their chance.

ok, then bump it out to top 16. if theres not enough time, cut out all the cupcake games at the beginning of the yr and go straight to conference play, then the last few games of the yr would be tournament play.

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i say they should bump it out to 8 or 16, that way no one is butthurt. actually no one outside of the top 8 should be able to say they are a theoretical top 1 or 2 anyway. i would be happy with a top 8, it would provide a good cross section of the country, and the best team would emerge via the playoff.

i hate how subjective it has become. why are they undermining the concept of a tournament?

Ehh... I don't know about that. OSU at 6-0 being ranked 8th in the country was already the lowest OSU has ever been ranked as a 6-0 team. I'm sure at 7-0, 7th is the lowest OSU has ever been ranked as well.

This is probably the shittiest 7th ranked, 7-0 team osu has ever compiled.

Urban basically cobbled together this shitheap with broken pieces.

Pros: christoper walken, lots of titties, lots of gore, lots of hilarious profanity.

Cons: plot was semi weak

All in all a good movie, tons of dry humor which may not appeal to most of the audience here (budweiser drinking mouthbreathers).

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I see your winking lizard and raise you a ruckmore pub. Ring toss game there is the shit plus cheap mixed drinks.

Paul Brower and gabe hang out at union (so I've been told)

Lol u shitbird

Around polaris I would go to the pub, kickstand, pastimes, or classics in westerville. Do not go to club polaris unless you wanna get shot or stabbed. If you don't care about getting shot or stabbed, go to the top of the flint. Take flint rd, cross the train tracks, and its a shithole bar on top of the flint rd carryout. I used to go there and get blackout. When the train would come by, I would throw huge rocks at it. So much fun.

If you are into good beer, go to mellow mushroom. Tons on tap, probably the second best iin the city, right up there with either world of beer, or bodega, which is a faggot hipster bar on high st. If you are on high st, avoid level or whatever union gay bars. I would go to this place called mikes bar and grill. Deceiving because there is no grill, but they do have cheetohs and microwave popcorn. I have also been threatened to be shot there, by one of the bartenders.

More good polaris bars: murphy mcflips, keystone pub, eddie merlots (killer happy hr), and bj's (decent beer brewed on premises, try the piranah if you like IPAs)

Under no circumstance would I ever suggest going to crown.