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01-24-2007, 09:09 PM | #1 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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Hmm.
What I can dow ith windows and you can't.. w/o the use of windowsblinds..but windows blinds suck. so i hacked the registry, with soem patches, and then got me some custom themes...
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
01-24-2007, 09:33 PM | #3 (permalink) |
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yeah, it mad emy **** 10 inches bigger, so now its about a foot and a half
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
01-24-2007, 09:34 PM | #4 (permalink) |
Freeskier
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have a cookie
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What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do -- especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road. William Least Heat Moon, Blue Highways Your toughest competitor lives in your head. Some days his name is fear, or pain, or gravity. Stomp his ass. HOOKED ON THE WHITE POWDER |
01-24-2007, 09:38 PM | #5 (permalink) |
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i pwn3d myself ski race practicing today... i crosswalked a gate, and my ski ripped off, and i didnt realize it, so i went 4 more gates on one ski......
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
01-24-2007, 09:42 PM | #6 (permalink) |
Freeskier
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^haha, dude you shoulda just payed that off, skied the gates with only one ski, then calmly just slid to a stop at the end, bode miller style. then ski the next race pissed drunk.
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What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do -- especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road. William Least Heat Moon, Blue Highways Your toughest competitor lives in your head. Some days his name is fear, or pain, or gravity. Stomp his ass. HOOKED ON THE WHITE POWDER |
01-24-2007, 09:49 PM | #7 (permalink) |
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lol, i needed my ski back though, thats why i stopped.
i did got to the bar after, and stole some bar popcorn..and coffee milk
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
01-24-2007, 09:53 PM | #8 (permalink) |
Freeskier
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f*ck that, someone else will get your ski for you, haha. I've done something similar, i hit the lip of a cat track right under the chair, my binding pre-released and i bailed HARD. People started clapping for me for owning myself so i just took a bow, clicked back in and skied down.
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What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do -- especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road. William Least Heat Moon, Blue Highways Your toughest competitor lives in your head. Some days his name is fear, or pain, or gravity. Stomp his ass. HOOKED ON THE WHITE POWDER |
01-24-2007, 09:58 PM | #10 (permalink) |
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aha, today they just ahd powder, and they were making snow, and we were allowed on the clsoed part of the mountain, so, there was massive jumps one after another.... i hit one, and almost died because it was immense..... 20 ft drop off... but not really because it slopes..the landing hurt..... but on the other part there were still rift jumps which you could get leie 5 feet of air off of, enough to jump the joey tuckers.
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |