I think a card that's exclusively an ATM card might be kind of an older thing or something, because every card I had from a bank until the early to mid 00s was strictly for ATM use only. I couldn't buy anything at a store with it.

Yeah I remember I couldn't use Interact (basically a Canadian version of a Debit Card) until 2001. Even then I didn't know I could just use my card, so I was always having to go to a machine and get out cash before I went and bought something. In a way I kind of like that though, because you're always aware of how much you're spending when you see what your balance is before you take out the amount. Banks would never go back to those days though, that would mean they wouldn't get all those tasty overdraft fees, $30 dollars a day for letting me spend money I didn't actually have, w00t!

i'm not addicted at all

but same as you, i can't sleep if i drink it after 6 pm

Finished my first day of wrestling training today. Words cannot express how much bumps hurt if you hit the wrong part of the ring. Well, they probably can. But I can't seem to find the proper ones at the moment.

Learned back bumps, flip bumps (assisting with my hands), running ropes, locking up, and countering lock-ups into waist locks. Also learned how to assemble a ring.

I also learned how much I hate hindu squats and frog jumps. Doing circuit training with frog jumps directly into sit-ups nearly made me vomit, but I was determined not to be "that guy (girl)"

I have the biggest bruise ever from running ropes, and another from banging my elbow on the rod that holds the turnbuckle.

It was the most physically painful yet wonderful day of my life.

I'm hoping I'm not too sore tomorrow to function at training.

As I said, I used to be fine with coffee too. Must be an age thing. :(

if anybody's still following my Automated Turkey Massage saga, i got a new one, disengaged my other accounts from it, put only 200 bucks in the withdrawal section, and the new card's anonymous and PIN activated

(can't be too careful these days)

Cool story.

I imagine it would be much like the pain in my ribs. I was lying on the couch when my son jumped on my chest knee first. I don't know if he actually broke a rib but frick they hurt.

Chumba wumba chugga wugga WHAT?!?!?! :confused:

it's a card which allows a turkey to massage me