Much. But you you could’ve chosen a better visual example of the ID. The middle finger gesture originated from ancient Rome (known as ‘Digitus Impudicus’) and was meant to symbolize the testicles and erect member of a dominant male - a display seen in modern primates and ancient art and sculpture.
Flipping the bird may seem to be controversial in modern times, but it is just a substitute developed over centuries for what we really mean. That isn’t ‘ID’. ‘ID’ would’ve been him dropping his shorts and waving his dick in the judges’ faces.
Damn. I can’t believe I’m disappointed that I’M not the shortest.
Anyway, look to the great Danny Padilla. He’s the exact height as you and had an amazing physique. Fully filled out at only 176 lbs.[/quote]
Damn. That’s alot of weight for 5’2"… especially since I’m assuming that’s contest weight![/quote]
Danny Padilla = awesome. He released a series of bodybuilding instructional vids through Panther Productions (fine purveyor of learn-at-home martial arts videos) around the late '80s-early’90s. I was hoping clips at least would’ve popped up on Youtube by now, but alas no joy.
Bashing a guy’s head into the wall as he pees in a urinal on the side of me…
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This makes an absolutely terrible sound. I hate it when people’s heads hit shit like tile or cement. You remember that sound forever.[/quote]
Had a calc professor in college that had a seizure mid-lecture, while writing out a homework problem on the board. He dropped his chalk, sorta teetered for a second, then fell face first into the chalk tray, then headfirst into the floor (wound up being OK). Nastiest sound I’ve ever heard.
That happened first semester freshman year. For the remainder of my college life, anytime a teacher dropped/broke a piece of chalk, it scared the shit outta me and made me flinch.
There’s a lot of people I’d like to just beat to death in my classes, between just clearing their throat every 5 seconds, sniffling every 2 seconds, and causing a hour lecture to take up 3 hours due to their inherit stupidity.
Outside that, there’s a girl I know who I just want to fuck. No more caring about that she’s married, no more little flirting between us. I just want to follow her in the bathroom, rip her jeans off, and fuck that redheaded bitch into ecstasy.
I work in an inpatient rehab facility where I transport injured folks to physical therapy via wheelchair. One lady wanted me to take her to church and even though it’s not my job (it’s the cna’s job) she droned on, “Scott’ll do it, Scott’ll do it.” So, of course, I took time out of my busy schedule to do it but along the way I noticed the front elevator was broken and the shaft was empty. You can connect the dots as to what I wanted to do…
[quote]gabriel97531 wrote:
I work in an inpatient rehab facility where I transport injured folks to physical therapy via wheelchair. One lady wanted me to take her to church and even though it’s not my job (it’s the cna’s job) she droned on, “Scott’ll do it, Scott’ll do it.” So, of course, I took time out of my busy schedule to do it but along the way I noticed the front elevator was broken and the shaft was empty. You can connect the dots as to what I wanted to do…[/quote]
Every time some old bastard slows down to almost a complete stop before turning into a parking lot, while I sit behind him exposed on my motorbike? Yeah, I’d kick in a window.
And I’d probably bed an amputee. Every time I’ve met one I could bed, I’ve been dating someone else. It’s killing me. I just want to know if they scoot in a circle while you’re thrusting, you know?
I’ve just moved to a new city, and I’m staying in a backpackers hostel until I can find a sharehouse. I start work at 6.30am, and I’m sharing a dorm with three germans who’ve just finished their high school exams, and decided to go traveling before they start university.
They just came back from where-ever-the-fuck, woke me up, its after midnight, and they’re right now sitting next to me, drunk as hell (whoever told you that germans have moderate, sensible drinking habits was lying thru their teeth), shouting at each other and keeping me awake.
I want to stab each one of these fuck wits in the throat with a blunt fork.
Also, whenever I’m on the bus and a baby starts crying I have visions of choking the little bastard until it turns blue