Things that make you LOL!

Women are pathetic.

 

He has no training or terrible training..You would never let someone get that close so they can punch, kick or bite you. He's an idiot.

He exercised extreme control and only responded when the tough guy act turned into a threat. He looked as if he held a Kenpo stance as he advanced on the guy after knocking him flat on his ass.

He has no training or terrible training..You would never let someone get that close so they can punch, kick or bite you. He's an idiot.

 

 

 

 

You would if you are Chuck Norris, the Dos Aquis beer commercial guy, or a ninja.

 

 

 

Damned Lebron, stop making a fool out of yourself! Lol.

 

 

What should he do, just shave it all off because he's missing or will be missing the front patch of his hair, so it will look kinda funky. Everything off and going bald is the solution?

 

 

 

Several theories on why Lebron has debuted the double headband.

 

The one I believe is this one. It was relayed to me from a source with knowledge of the situation who says that Lebron felt the single headband was being knock off his head too much.

 

You know what becomes visible when Lebron’s headband gets slapped off.

 

 

 

So the custom made Double Headband was made to insure the King’s hairline doesn’t appear on ESPN, TNT or ABC. It is working because he was bullied around last night against the Thunder and the headband never moved.

 

It is like a Lacefront headband.

http://www.sadanduseless.com/2012/04/texts...I5KxAu0apIwt.01

http://www.sadanduseless.com/2012/04/texts...I5KxAu0apIwt.01

 

Nice!

He exercised extreme control and only responded when the tough guy act turned into a threat. He looked as if he held a Kenpo stance as he advanced on the guy after knocking him flat on his ass.

 

 

Agree:) Only if you are calm enough you can wait as long as you really should before taking action!

funny, maybe not, it is Ferraris that burn up, but that is my friend Gezzilyn

 

The Thinker

 

 

 

 

It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and then -- just to loosen up.

 

Inevitably, though, one thought led to another, and soon I was more than just a social thinker.

 

I began to think alone -- "to relax," I told myself -- but I knew it wasn't true. Thinking became more and more important to me, and finally I was thinking all the time.

 

That was when things began to sour at home. One evening I turned off the TV and asked my wife about the meaning of life. She spent that night at her mother's.

 

I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and employment don't mix, but I couldn't help myself.

 

I began to avoid friends at lunchtime so I could read Thoreau, Muir, Confucius and Kafka. I would return to the office dizzied and confused, asking, "What is it exactly we are doing here?"

 

One day the boss called me in. He said, "Listen, I like you, and it hurts me to say this, but your thinking has become a real problem. If you don't stop thinking on the job, you'll have to find another job."

 

This gave me a lot to think about. I came home early after my conversation with the boss. "Honey," I confessed, "I've been thinking..."

 

"I know you've been thinking," she said, "and I want a divorce!"

 

"But Honey, surely it's not that serious." "It is serious," she said, lower lip aquiver.

 

"You think as much as college professors and college professors don't make any money, so if you keep on thinking, we won't have any money!"

 

"That's a faulty syllogism," I said impatiently.

 

She exploded in tears of rage and frustration, but I was in no mood to deal with the emotional drama.

 

"I'm going to the library," I snarled as I stomped out the door.

 

I headed for the library, in the mood for some Nietzsche. I roared into the parking lot with NPR on the radio and ran up to the big glass doors.

 

They didn't open. The library was closed.

 

To this day, I believe that a Higher Power was looking out for me that night. Leaning on the unfeeling glass, whimpering for Zarathustra, a poster caught my eye, "Friend, is heavy thinking ruining your life?" it asked.

 

You probably recognize that line. It comes from the standard Thinkers Anonymous poster.

 

This is why I am what I am today: a recovering thinker.

 

I never miss a TA meeting. At each meeting we watch a non-educational video; last week it was "Porky's." Then we share experiences about how we avoided thinking since the last meeting.

 

I still have my job, and things are a lot better at home. Life just seemed easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking. I think the road to recovery is nearly complete for me.

 

Today I took the final step. I joined the Democrat Party.

 

^^^^ :lol2:

 

Granted these days you could say that about either party to be honest.

The Thinker

 

 

 

 

It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and then -- just to loosen up.

 

Inevitably, though, one thought led to another, and soon I was more than just a social thinker.

 

I began to think alone -- "to relax," I told myself -- but I knew it wasn't true. Thinking became more and more important to me, and finally I was thinking all the time.

 

That was when things began to sour at home. One evening I turned off the TV and asked my wife about the meaning of life. She spent that night at her mother's.

 

I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and employment don't mix, but I couldn't help myself.

 

I began to avoid friends at lunchtime so I could read Thoreau, Muir, Confucius and Kafka. I would return to the office dizzied and confused, asking, "What is it exactly we are doing here?"

 

One day the boss called me in. He said, "Listen, I like you, and it hurts me to say this, but your thinking has become a real problem. If you don't stop thinking on the job, you'll have to find another job."

 

This gave me a lot to think about. I came home early after my conversation with the boss. "Honey," I confessed, "I've been thinking..."

 

"I know you've been thinking," she said, "and I want a divorce!"

 

"But Honey, surely it's not that serious." "It is serious," she said, lower lip aquiver.

 

"You think as much as college professors and college professors don't make any money, so if you keep on thinking, we won't have any money!"

 

"That's a faulty syllogism," I said impatiently.

 

She exploded in tears of rage and frustration, but I was in no mood to deal with the emotional drama.

 

"I'm going to the library," I snarled as I stomped out the door.

 

I headed for the library, in the mood for some Nietzsche. I roared into the parking lot with NPR on the radio and ran up to the big glass doors.

 

They didn't open. The library was closed.

 

To this day, I believe that a Higher Power was looking out for me that night. Leaning on the unfeeling glass, whimpering for Zarathustra, a poster caught my eye, "Friend, is heavy thinking ruining your life?" it asked.

 

You probably recognize that line. It comes from the standard Thinkers Anonymous poster.

 

This is why I am what I am today: a recovering thinker.

 

I never miss a TA meeting. At each meeting we watch a non-educational video; last week it was "Porky's." Then we share experiences about how we avoided thinking since the last meeting.

 

I still have my job, and things are a lot better at home. Life just seemed easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking. I think the road to recovery is nearly complete for me.

 

Today I took the final step. I joined the Tea Party.

 

Fixed it for ya!

 

 

 

 

http://www.wimp.com/clevelandbrowns/

 

 

http://deadspin.com/5716038/the-greatest-l...team-letterhead

daaam.. talk about getting owned!

 

The movies get rotated based on votes and new ones are added hourly..which was your favorite?

 

This guy is a saint to have this kind of patience. You can see he knows martial arts by his stance...thats only the kind of patience someone who is trained can have.

 

 

"a factory of sadness"

 

fcuk yes!

 

http://now.msn.com/now/0413-private-sperm-donor.aspx

 

Nerdy historian generously knocks up women on the side

 

Ed Houben is a 42-year-old Dutch historian who travels around Europe impregnating women in exchange for meals and travel expenses. Houben, a private sperm donor, has fathered 82 children with 10 more on the way. He was a virgin when he started donating sperm at 29, donating so much that under Dutch law, he had to stop. So, Houben turned to private donations. Since then, he has lost his virginity (most of the women prefer a "natural method," i.e sex) and has had his first experiences with romance (dating three clients). Still, this super stud remains a mama's boy -- his mom still irons his shirts and cleans his apartment.

 

Why do something like that?!