demitrix

Glad your sunday was good too, i went about it the opposite way, woke up with a bj, danced the horizontal tango drove the car home and went for a ride. Roads were good but here in Lancaster the pot holes are hell.

Uhm she for sure looks crazy.

So looking to start buying some riding gear this year. Pretty much new to the whole motorsports arena so i don't know brands/quality. Looking at getting a jacket for sure, maybe pants, and nice backpack. I'm not sure about boots yet. So whats every ones opinions on brands, leather vs textile, etc...

So ive been buying my lung cancer $5 at a time when mother nature is giving it to me for free?

be careful with the cell phone nick name thing on vtext. my ex set hers to beth and for weeks was gettin hundreds of texts a day from random number, california to dc. Didnt make the connection for a few weeks soon as she got rid of the nickname the texts stopped.

Haha glad im not the only one, last few weeks have been making me crazy, went out and started it up the other day to just let it run, it was hell sitting there for 15 minutes bike running and me not on it. Sad part is even if it warms up i live on a side street that hasnt been plowed once this winter...no hope of gettin the bike out.

Well i got the last seat at Watkins Memorial High School for the 6/19 classes.

Im a little confused on which course to take so maybe some people who have been there can help. Ive ridden 1000 miles last year and want to take the MSF to get my license learn the extras should i take the basic riders course or the basic riders course 2?

I have a 700 as well i like it alot...i was shopping on a budget and i heard a lot of good things about scorpion helmets. i popped out the nose cover and it was perfect. Almost everyone ive talked too says the 1000 is too heavy...so dont pass off the 700 as the underdog.

Ive done this for sometime, write messages to the cashier and such, never had a problem.

The ringtone from Crank

Hehe...its even better to tell in real life...watch peoples suspense build and crash and burn.

A day before his 15th birthday, the son of a wealthy family was asked by his father, `Well my son, what would you like for your birthday?'

The son hesitated a moment and his father's thoughts leapt ahead to a new computer and similar things. However, his son had had a new computer only recently and could have a new one any time he wished.

Finally, the son said, `Father, I have everything a boy could wish for, but there is one thing I would really like. I would love to have a pink ping pong ball.'

The father was rather astonished at this wish, but said, `If it is a pink ping pong ball that you want, a pink ping pong ball you shall have.'

And so, the next day, the son was given as his bithday present a pink ping pong ball.

The boy took the ball to his room and the next morning the pink ping pong ball was gone. The father was mildly surprised but decided not to say anything. The pink ping pong ball, however, was never seen again.

The next year, a day before his 16th birthday, the father asked his son what he would like for his birthday.

`Father,' replied the son, `I have everything a boy could possibly wish for, but there is one thing I would really, really like. I would love to have a tenpack of pink ping pong balls.'

The father was more surprised than the year before, but kept his curiosity at bay, for he knew that his son had a right for privacy. he said therefore, `If it is a tenpack of pink ping pong balls that you want, a tenpack of pink ping pong balls you shall have.'

And so, the next day, the son was given as his birthday present a tenpack of pink ping pong balls.

The boy took the tenpack of balls to his room and the next morning, not a single ball remained, merely the empty husk of the tenpack. The father wondered where ten pink ping pong balls might disappear to, but decided not to say anything. The pink ping pong balls, however, were never seen again.

The next year, a day before his 17th birthday, the son was asked by his father what he would like for his birthday.

`Father,' said the son to this, `I have everything a boy could wish for, but one thing would make my happiness complete. I would dearly want a carton of pink ping pong balls.'

The father was beyond surprise, but decided to make sure he had not misheard. `A carton of pink ping pong balls?'

`A carton of pink ping pong balls,' the boy confirmed.

`I can't understand your fascination with pink ping pong balls,' said the father, `but if it is a carton of pink ping pong balls that you want, it is a carton of pink ping pong balls that you shall have.'

And so, the next day, the boy was given as his birthday present a carton of pink ping pong balls.

The boy was delighted and took the carton to his room. The next day, miraculously (as if by magic, even) the pink ping pong balls had all disappeared.

`Dear son,' said the father, `I must ask now, what do you do with all those pink ping pong balls?'

The son, however, was reluctant to tell him. `Please humour me, dear father.'

The carton of pink ping pong balls, however, was never seen again.

The next year, it was clear that the son would get a car, but the father felt that, perhaps, his son also had some other wish apart from the obvious. So, one day before the son's 18th birthday, the father asked him whether he had a special wish for his birthday.

`Dearest father,' the son started, `I have everything a young man could possibly want, but there is one craving in me. I would, more than anything, want a warehouse full of pink ping pong balls.'

One of these years, his father thought, I should get to the bottom of this. However, he decided to humour his son's wish. At least he had been wise enough to buy shares in a pink ping pong ball factory.

The next day, the son was given the address of a warehouse where all his new pink ping pong balls were stored. The son was delighted and decided to spend the next night in the warehouse rather than at home.

The following morning, the son stepped out of the warehouse, but it seemed to be empty otherwise. The father had a closer look and indeed, apart from empty cardboard boxes, nothing was left inside the warehouse. No pink ping pong balls were left.

The following year, one day before the son's 19th birthday, the father braced himself for another warehouse of pink ping pong balls. He asked his son what his deepest desire was and he had not been entirely wrong.

`Father, you have made me very happy these last years and this year I ask of you a shipload of pink ping pong balls if at all possible.'

It was possible, if only because the father had by now bought each and every factory of pink ping pong balls in the country.

The next day, the father took his son to the harbour and showed him a huge tanker and told his son that there were millions, billions, trillions of pink ping pong balls in there.

`Father,' the son said, `You've made me very happy yet again.'

That night, the son spent on board the tanker.

The next morning, not a single of the pink ping pong balls could be found, but the son was happy.

A few days before his 20th birthday, however, the son had a terrible road accident and was taken to the hospital.

His father visited the young man in hospital. `My dear son! Can I bring you anything to make you feel better?'

Weakly, the son sat up in bed. `Father, dearest father, grant me this wish; just one tenpack of pink ping pong balls.'

The father held his son's hand tightly. `Whatever you wish my son, but I have to give you one condition. Even if it may be embarrassing, I must know what you did with all those pink ping pong balls.'

`Very well, father, but please indulge me first. I will tell you whatever you wish to know after you have given me the ten pink ping pong balls.'

The father thought that was fair enough and the next day brought his son the ten asked for pink ping pong balls. The son smiled weakly but seemed too weak to talk.

`Son, I leave these pink ping pong balls with you and shall come back tomorrow to ask of you what you have done with all those pink ping pong balls.'

The son nodded weakly.

The next day, less than surprisingly, no pink ping pong balls could be found in the son's hospital room.

`Now, my dearest son, apple of my eye, treasure of my life, please tell me what you did with all those pink ping pong balls,' the father requested.

The son nodded and the father gripped his hand tighter.

`I-' the son started and sat up a bit, swallowing with a dry mouth.

`I- I-'

Then he died.

Sold to cbrjess0815.

Most of the games are burnt not retail copies.

So need some cash to be less of a scrooge.

Nintendo Wii Console - Modded with CycloWiz.

3 Wiimotes

3 Nunchucks

2 Wavebird Wireless Gamecube controllers

A shit-ton of games. Ill post up the list when i get home.

Make me an offer, ill entertain anything legitimate.

Wii modding is a li different animal, i modded my wii. First things first. Check your Serial against the database and get a guess what chipset you have, or if u want just open it up and find out. Order the approriate modchip and solder away. But be warned the solder points at VERY VERY small, similiar is size to .05mm mechincal pencil lead.

http://www.wiidrives.com/list

A modded original XBOX does much more specially with XBMC, if your into media. There isnt no 100% of not gettin banned from live with a 360 So thats up to you to decide if its worth it. I have an Xbox, X360, Wii, and PSP. All of them are modded by me except the 360 cause i use live too much.

you may want to look into an open source package called Magento, its a full ecommerce package that will do everything that you need.

http://www.smartuki.com/

nuff said

It is an awesome game. Went Gold 5 days before its release date hehe.

So he thinks his shoe string got stuck in the chain and it tightened his shoe so tight then ripped it off that his skin went with?

zx6 im biased and everyone will tell ya that too

Yeah your opinion was automatically excluded

So, winter is here, cometh spring I'm going to start shopping for a bigger bike. I think I'm looking at ~600cc. The 3 main models I've considered are a R6, ZX-6R, and CBR600. In no particular order. Anyone have any other recommendations or comments let me know.

Yeah the one in the attic was a child i believe, my original thought was it was the daughter, but i dunno how she wouldve got there, as far as the last rabid person, i dont think he was a "monster" he had just lived in the attic for months and had rabies and was starved...not gonna come out looking like fabio after that...

Idea was great...rabies instead of living dead. +1

Camera work was great(love handicam movies) +1

Acting was below par in some ok most parts -1

Longest intro to nothin?... -1

All in all not a bad movie. I liked that there was no character development for the simple fact thats how it would happen. If u got quarantined in a zombie(argue the lable if u want) infected building, they dont give u 20 minutes to have a share group before hand.

Nothin touches 28 Days Later....yet...