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An unrelated story and video that both illustrate how to lose at the now famous "knock out game".
The dull thud noise is a very large and angry boyfriend delivering all his concentrated fury from being stuck in a mall holiday shopping into a kick that would do the Bronco's special teams proud to that dude's grape.
St, Louis, MO — Gladis Bennett, 93 yr old grandmother, was on her way Saturday morning to visit her grandchildren. It was a special morning as it was her granddaughter’s 14th birthday.
She was waiting for the bus that would take her downtown. That is when everything changed for the worse. She was waiting at the bus stop and suddenly she felt the sharp pain on the left side of her body. The force was so strong it knocked her down. When she looked up she could see a group of thugs just laughing at her. One of them started kicking her. Before they could hurt her anymore she reach for her purse, pulled out her weapon and annihilated the main assailant. Thankfully the rest ran away after that. She was terrified, she was sure they were going to kill her.
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I beg of you sarge let me lead the charge when the battle lines are drawn
Lemme at least leave a good hoof beat they'll remember loud and long
Is it bad of me to be thinking the dude at the very end, crouching down and tapping the dude on the shoulder is saying, "well that wasn't a very bright idea was it?" instead of "you OK?"
I do believe this is a perfect example of natural selection. 3000 years ago, an equivalent to this would have most likely been "Hey y'all, watch me punch this tiger! It will be awesome!"
What I have
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Westwood lives in death!
Peace through power!
A longbeard when it comes to Necrons and WHFB. Grumble Grumble
I wish media outlets would stop referring to it as a 'game'. It might be known as that to the worthless pricks who participate in such activities, but having it widely known as a 'game' is just going to imply that it's harmless fun.
Mandorallen turned back toward the insolently sneering baron. 'My Lord,' The great knight said distantly, 'I find thy face apelike and thy form misshapen. Thy beard, moreover, is an offence against decency, resembling more closely the scabrous fur which doth decorate the hinder portion of a mongrel dog than a proper adornment for a human face. Is it possibly that thy mother, seized by some wild lechery, did dally at some time past with a randy goat?' - Mimbrate Knight Protector Mandorallen.
Excerpt from "Seeress of Kell", Book Five of The Malloreon series by David Eddings.
"You need not fear us, unless you are a dark heart, a vile one who preys on the innocent; I promise, you can’t hide forever in the empty darkness, for we will hunt you down like the animals you are, and pull you into the very bowels of hell." Iron - Within Temptation
Ensis Ferrae wrote: Is it bad of me to be thinking the dude at the very end, crouching down and tapping the dude on the shoulder is saying, "well that wasn't a very bright idea was it?" instead of "you OK?"
I'm pretty sure the former is more accurate then the latter. I hope it is.
"You learned something today didn't you?"
I beg of you sarge let me lead the charge when the battle lines are drawn
Lemme at least leave a good hoof beat they'll remember loud and long
The poor man really has a stake in the country. The rich man hasn't; he can go away to New Guinea in a yacht. The poor have sometimes objected to being governed badly; the rich have always objected to being governed at all
We love our superheroes because they refuse to give up on us. We can analyze them out of existence, kill them, ban them, mock them, and still they return, patiently reminding us of who we are and what we wish we could be.
"the play's the thing wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king,
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