Our fight stories, boxing, martial arts, rugby...
The time I drank a whole litre of vodka, in about 20 minutes, and didn't die. yay! although the next morning I wish I did!
Our fight stories, boxing, martial arts, rugby...
The time I drank a whole litre of vodka, in about 20 minutes, and didn't die. yay! although the next morning I wish I did!
Last edited by Silas Thorne; 04-13-2009 at 12:47 AM.
Nah, might embarrass the young fellas
Hmmm. I could have last year, but since I sold my Falcon, I'm driving the least manly car in the world, a 1300cc Toyota.
Feel free to really upset me by talking V8s.
Ah, now you're talking. I never used to do weights, but when I was gardening and lawnmowing - about 20 years back - I once lifted a log that two others oculdn't move between them. Probably about 14kg of it.
Sure will!
Oh don't start that...
I have so many bad stories from years past that we just should not go there!
Go to work, get married, have some kids, pay your taxes, pay your bills, watch your tv, follow fashion, act normal, obey the law and repeat after me: "I am free."
Anon
You might just be my new favourite person in the whole world
And really, gents, you don't seem to have accomplished much for having five pages of responses here. Where's the nitty gritty man conversation? I don't see many conclusions being drawn or problems being solved the way we do over in the Coffee thread!!
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
Waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
In all that I could never overcome?
*puts on a fake beard and flops into the biggest, manliest chair*
Hey guys. How 'bout them girls, eh? Heh. *Sip beer* - I mean, I've killed a few squirrels in my day, ya know? Yeap.
Then she would run until morning to ease the ache; swifter than rain, swift as loss, racing to catch up with the time when she had known nothing at all but the sweetness of being herself.
-- Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
Its seems we have two manly, manly men joining us. Well boys, whats your favorite type of scotch? favorite tool company? And favorite pair of boobs?
Being men like you are I'm sure you will have no problem answering these questions...
Everyone knows what's in room 101.
Everything becomes irrelevant, when the sky tears open.
"Hey Kevin." "What?" "Theres a ditch there." "Sh*t!"
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
Waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
In all that I could never overcome?
(<--- new manly avatar)
*Spits, in a manly way.* Well, Kev. I'm a Glenlivet gir- guy myself. Ermm.. I'm not too picky about my tools, ya know - because with tools, it kinda all depends on the man usin' 'em, you know? HEH HEH, if you get my drift - HEH.
Best, erm - *hastily flips through blog* - Bodacious Tatas:
Then she would run until morning to ease the ache; swifter than rain, swift as loss, racing to catch up with the time when she had known nothing at all but the sweetness of being herself.
-- Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
Well, at this stage, we're struggling to get rid of the women so we can have some nitty gritty manly conversation.
Conclusions? Problem solving?
We're men, dammit - we don't have a thread to solve problems or draw conclusions; that stuff's in philosophy, which has already been covered by Mr Python.
Get thee back to the coffee thread!
There must be an axiom in this thread somewhere - half the females on the board have posted in it already.
They love us so much, they just can't leave us alone!
Go to work, get married, have some kids, pay your taxes, pay your bills, watch your tv, follow fashion, act normal, obey the law and repeat after me: "I am free."
Anon
Classic, you're a much better man than I am.
But I'm STILL A MAN. (Which, Kevin, makes our internet relationship somewhat more complicated, I'm sorry.)
What females you talkin' 'bout, Atheist? Eh?
Then she would run until morning to ease the ache; swifter than rain, swift as loss, racing to catch up with the time when she had known nothing at all but the sweetness of being herself.
-- Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn