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Quote from: Joe on August 05, 2010, 11:00:11 pm

Quote from: BMully on August 05, 2010, 10:45:16 pm

Quote from: Joe on August 05, 2010, 03:27:08 pm

Quote from: BMully on July 10, 2010, 08:25:42 pm

video is private so i cannot see it

This.

The video, shown above, is private and I can not watch it.

Are you happy now Joe?

???

I was not commenting on the correctness of your grammar.

"This" is roughly equivalent to saying "x2."

damn................................um...................well.........your always correcting me........................    ..........um..........sorry?

By the way, you should have said "Are you happy now, Joe?" You forgot the comma.

video is private so i cannot see it

This.

Quote from: Joe on August 04, 2010, 07:26:55 pm

Quote from: adarqui on August 04, 2010, 07:22:23 pm

http://www.cagepotato.com/video-asshole-sucker-punches-girl-outside-club-gets-curb-stomped-roger-huerta

insane.. he's probably going to be in a bit of trouble for that.

Roger Huerta is added to my list of brutal arbiters of justice.

LOOLL nice

I would have to consult the list, but he might be the only real member of the list.

Awesome nickname.

Quote from: Raptor on August 03, 2010, 12:27:55 pm

Well, ask Adam. Probably a good way for implementing that over time is the pen drill (by the way - any idea why it's named the "pen" drill?).

PENultimate step drill.

http://www.adarq.org/forum/strength-power-reactivity-speed-discussion/adam-linkenauger-jumping-form-video-series/msg11509/#msg11509

Best, most intense, most in depth, longest dream ever last night. It felt like it lasted about three days. I do not remember many details, but I will try and outline it.

I am at a "party" with some friends, which is odd, as I hate parties, but I digress. It is a beach or pool party. I am in some shed outside with the people who appear to be my closest friends. We are smoking a pipe, next to some hydroponic set up. The dad of my friend who is hosting the party knocks on the door. We try to hide everything, but he comes in before we got the chance to. He flips out at us. He is a cop with the local homicide department. This part of the dream ends here.

I wake up. It is about 10 years later. I am now a cop in the homicide department of some ritzy seaside city. My bedroom is fancy as shit. Huge bed, silver duvet on a black, fabric coated frame. Baby blue carpet. Sliding white wardrobe doors. I walk out of my bedroom. It opens practically straight onto a flight of stairs, much like these:

The stairs a perpendicular to the wall though, and end in the middle of a large room. The room is a combined living room and kitchen. I get dressed, light blue shirt, a pair of chinos. There is a thin, long haired, brunette woman in the kitchen. She is my room-mate and my partner for investigations.

The dream from then is more blurry, but I can remember the plot, roughly.

We are called to investigate three murder scenes, each of the bodies has a note nearby. The note contains some immensely difficult word puzzle. Solving the puzzles leads us to the killer. There is a chase scene. Turns out he was the dad at the party. We lose him. He was bullied in school. We find the house in the city furthest away from all the schools, or something along those lines. Find the murderer there. ???. Profit.

Fix the link.