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Are these the rules for the one-time challenge a coach gets for each game, or the rules for a regular official's review? Because the referees did review that play on the field, but didn't go to the booth.

Because a .45 will kill a deer. Eventually. In the meantime, he'll go haring around Hell's Half-Acre, and you may never find him. A .45 won't penetrate very far, and may not even go through the ribs. Even if it hits a lung, the chances of getting a heart-shot are puny. That leaves him anywhere from a few seconds to a couple hours to run like a motherfucker before his lungs fill. Even hunters that use high-power rifles sometimes lose deer that run. A .460, though, has more than enough mass and speed to go through the ribs, and will leave a gaping hole behind it. That means the lungs fill quickly, and the deer goes down fast. That is, IF the hydrostatic shock from a chest hit doesn't stop his heart.

That's the one. How the fuck would a penalty not be eligible for a coach's challenge? If that is indeed the case, then it is literally the stupidest thing I've heard of in sports, period.

http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1741002/ Dude's too freaky looking by half.

The Moon and Mars don't matter one bit. They won't help us at all. The real Big Game is the Asteroid Belt. One large nickel/iron asteroid can yield as much refined metals as the entire output of the worldwide mining industry here on Earth. That's a high-pollution industry moved OFF of Earth. Not to mention that the asteroid belt will supply enough water, soil, and other assorted resources to completely fill the needs of space-born activity for millenia. The really astonishing part is that we can do it CHEAP. All you need to get a decent sized asteroid from THERE to HERE is a couple small rockets, and a guidance computer. The entire package could be made smaller than a U-Haul truck. As far as processing, we have the best blast furnace in the Universe sitting one A.U. away. A mylar reflector a few miles wide can reflect enough light onto one point to melt nickel/iron ore toot-sweet. All we have to do is figure out how to make a zero-gravity crucible, and spin it to separate metal from slag. Form the processed metal into hollow spheres, and de-orbit the bastards where you can recover them. And if we DO end up colonizing the Moon and Mars, the asteroid belt will still be the ultimate gold mine, because we'll HAVE to have those resources to supply those colonies.

It wasn't just charisma. It was the fact that he was a genuinely good person, and that he never had to fake his enthusiasm for anything he chose to do.

And this has what to do with the game?lol

I watched the replays, he hit the ground before he lost the ball. And it's not the fact that he challenged the spot. It's the fact that he DIDN'T challenge the call on the earlier hit, when it was guaranteed that the call would have been reversed. I don't know whether it would have changed the outcome of the game, but right then Texas was losing momentum. Losing that call probably would have ended their drive. Tressel blew that one.

You can't fault either side for anything on this game. Texas played brilliantly, and OSU fought like madmen and held them to a near stalemate. The only complaint I have is that one bad call for helmet contact. The officials were way off their game, and Tressel should have challenged it. When he challenged the spot later on, I just about fell down laughing.

Hoorah! But do us a favor, and never call it a "Man Cannon" again... Makes it sound like you ordered a gigantic black dildo.

I use more Q-Tips than anyone you know. Seriously, I have this weird thing about keeping my ears clean. I read more than anyone I've ever met except my Mother. Between us, we own at least 2,000 books, no exaggeration, and have sold at least half that many to Half-Price Books. Almost all scifi, too. Volume, temperature, whatever, have to be even numbers. If I eat M&Ms or other similar candy, it is by 2's. And they have to be matching colors. I hate wearing shoes that aren't steel-toe. I even have slip-on type shoes that are steel-toes. But I also love sandals. I will scream at other people on the road. With my windows rolled up...I mean, I'll totally curse at someone, spittle flying, knowing they can't possibly hear me. It's not a thing where I wouldn't do it to their face, because I often do. It's just that I'll have conniptions whether they can hear me or not. But I won't get aggressive while I'm screaming. I do that stone silent... I HATE beets. I won't eat them, I hate the taste, smell, and even the sight of them. I won't even buy white sugar made from sugar-beets. The reason for that one is because I LOVE cranberry sauce, the jello-like kind that comes in a can. When I was five or six, Mom put some beets on my plate at Thanksgiving dinner, and convinced me they were cranberry sauce long enough to get me to bite into one. Ever since, I hate even eating at a table that has beets on the spread. I'm also leery of any kind of new food if my Mother cooks it... I hate taking pills, to the point I can barely force myself to take Aleve if I have a splitting headache. Prescriptions? Forget it. If it comes in a prescription bottle, I won't even handle it. I also can't use any kind of ointment. I HATE the feel of ointments, creams, moisturizers, et al. So, yeah, I jack dry.

Get a lawyer. You may not want to sue, but you will probably have to, to get ALL of your treatments 100% covered. Don't accept ANY settlement with a hard number. Accept ONLY "Full reimbursement".

Take cash, chuck the wallet into the parking lot of the nearest police station...

OLD repost, and it was a fox.

When Ford builds a V6 that's good for something other than holding down GM blueprints in a high wind, then you are allowed to have an opinion concerning the GN.

Umm, say what? What kind of cheap-shit harness were you using? A good harness should be as comfortable as laying in a hammock, and shouldn't impede movement at all when you're walking around. I could hang out all day in my old Black Diamond harness. On the other hand, it does look like both of those two were using cheap-shit harnesses, too, so props to him for getting it up.

I haven't shot one myself, but the consensus of the reviews I've seen/read is that a 410 shot shell i just gonna piss the guy off, so I'd skip it and just buy a good .45LC. Better yet, buy a 1911. More shots, and if you're worried about over penetration, buy some FMJ rounds for HD.

Glencoe, Scotland

I'ma bring my Dad's long-bed, crew-cab, 6.0 diesel 4x4 F-350. I figure if the track is really bad, I've got the advantage of traction. If conditions are good, well, I probably won't break out with it anyway.

1. Fiestada(you nekulturny bastards know these as "taco pizza") 2. The classic rectangle pizza 3. Marzetti(what Southwest Licking Local calls spaghetti with meat sauce. A little different from what they serve in Columbus Public)

In lieu of body armor, an oiled cotton duster is bite proof, not to mention being water/liquid proof, and easy to clean. They're also tougher than hell, and shed thorns/stickers/sharp edges like sheet steel. One other minor advantage is that it is slightly slick, making it easy to pull away from grasping hands. Another requirement is a compact gas mask. Even one of the little ones that fit in a can is acceptable. In the zombiepocalypse, you are eventually going to find yourself in the presence of large amounts of rotting bodies or food, or toxic chemicals. Also, if you carry a shotgun, pick up a couple packages of 12ga flare rounds. Fire is an effective zombie killer, especially if you can confine a number of them in a building. Just make sure it won't spread.

Jim Norton, Rich Vos, Bob Saget, Robert Kelly

Google brewer's supplies. There's a few companies that sell glass and plastic bottles. They come with the same kind of seal-break caps as regualr pop-bottles. I believe The Winemaker's Shop carries glass and plastic bottles.

Sorry, this guys still holds the title for Best Running Into A Sign. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s_IDByGa5ZA

That just looks insanely fun...