God, this video is so awesome. Watch it pre-workout.
I am not sure how LLL is run but I always consider Arnold videos Sheerdog material. Case in point …
http://www.bullshido.net/forums/showthread.php?t=99553&page=8
Specifically posts 292 and 293.
Yeah, bitch.
Steppin’ in my territory, man. Bitches who do that shit GET CUT.
I’m tellin’ JP
REPORT REPORT REPORT REPORT REPORT REPORT !!!
[quote=Backfistmonkey;2434847]REPORT REPORT REPORT REPORT REPORT REPORT !!!
[/quote]
Jesus there’s a meme for everything, isn’t there?
Can I just get a show of hands? Anybody ever get any action because of opera?
Anybody?
I mean, the LOLcat thing? Kittens get you laid. It’s scientific fact.
I took the missus to the San Francsico Opera House when we were dating.
[quote=JP;2434855]Jesus there’s a meme for everything, isn’t there?
Can I just get a show of hands? Anybody ever get any action because of opera?
Anybody?
I mean, the LOLcat thing? Kittens get you laid. It’s scientific fact.[/quote]
I think its also a scientific fact that opera makes people cry and crying women seek sex to cheer them up.
Right.
Good.
See? That’s a story people want to hear when somebody posts about fucking opera.
Hypothetically. She’s your wife and now should be off-limits for stories in this forum, but you see what I’m getting at, right?
[quote=JP;2434867]Right.
Good.
See? That’s a story people want to hear when somebody posts about fucking opera.
Hypothetically. She’s your wife and now should be off-limits for stories in this forum, but you see what I’m getting at, right?[/quote]
You want a threesome on the downlow ?
who me you and JP?
cuz U=Bottom Monkey
[quote=Snake Plissken;2434885]who me you and JP?
cuz U=Bottom Monkey[/quote]
While that may be tempting for some people I do believe it was what JP was hinting at.
This looks like a job for:
No but seriously, Snake? I’ll bring the shiraz, the gardenias and the roofies.
You just bring the monkey.
Mmmm. Rotisserie monkey.
Hey Backfist, ever play Eiffel Tower?
OK.
I went to University in Arizona and did some specialized education training for my career for a little over a year in San Francisco. My apartment was in Noe Valley, about 3 blocks up from the Mission District and 3 blocks down from the edge of the Castro (lolfayg!) so my neighborhood was pretty laid back but good food was always in walking distance.
I met the missus while at school and she lived on Van Ness, about 2 blocks from the Opera House and City Hall. The post-quake 101 ran right up Van Ness towards the Wharf and then eventually on to the Golden Gate, so it was pretty damned busy.
I look back now and I had been relatively sheltered and narrow in my world view. I liked Weezer. I liked Guns-n-Roses. I liked Run-DMC. I did my crappy hapkido and karate and boxing training. I liked comic books. I played soccer. I didn’t have any friends in SF and didn’t plan on making any. I stayed at home when I wasn’t in school or visiting a buddy in San Jose.
We started out studying together. She had a boyfriend and told me she liked me and my sense on honor made me tell her I couldn’t see her then. She broke up with him and that was that. She took me to the Red Hot Chili Peppers. She took me to the Trocadero Club for a really small, intimate Porno For Pyros show. We went to Berkeley and saw Chris Isaak. I took her to a revival of Taxi Driver and a Clive Barker play. We both took each other to a reading by Neil Gaiman.
She always wanted to go to something like a symphony or an opera, so I decided we should go. It was a couple of months after dating, but before our first big trip together:
to the San Diego Comic-Con.
Since the Opera House was being retrofitted for post-earthquake proofing construction, they held larger showings at the Bill Graham auditorium, which sucked because I really wanted to see the inside of that building. It was absolutely beautiful in its exterior architecture and I am certain it was well-matched inside.
I’m not very well cultured or versed on opera, all I know is what we saw was based on the legend of Orpheus. She wore a dark, dark wine colored dress which compliments her skintone (light caramel…half Latina quater Native American) and hair color (black). Luckily my occupation made it so I am used to wearing a suit so I didn’t look as much like an 8th Grader on school picture day as I felt.
When I was a teenager, we took a trip to historical East Coast monuments, including New York. For some reason, they took us to see the musical 42nd Street and I fucking hated it. The opera wasn’t as bad.
I couldn’t understand the language but was able to follow the storyline. The music was nice, however I never liked “classical” except for baroque, for some reason. She liked it and that was all that mattered.
You know I got me some and I was good, if I may say so myself.
Now that’s what I’m fucking talking about.
The story of Orpheus is a particularly beautiful and haunting one.
“The most famous story in which Orpheus figures is that of his wife Eurydice (also known as Agriope). While walking among her people, the Cicones, in tall grass at her wedding, Eurydice ran into a nest of snakes which bit her fatally on her heel. Distraught, Orpheus played such sad songs and sang so mournfully that all the nymphs and gods wept. On their advice, Orpheus traveled to the underworld and by his music softened the hearts of Hades and Persephone (he was the only person ever to do so), who agreed to allow Eurydice to return with him to earth on one condition: he should walk in front of her and not look back until they both had reached the upper world. He set off with Eurydice following and in his anxiety as soon as he reached the upper world he turned to look at her, forgetting that both needed to be in the upper world, and she vanished for the second time, but now forever.”
One of my favorites of the Greek myths.
[quote=Snake Plissken;2434924]OK.
I went to University in Arizona and did some specialized education training for my career for a little over a year in San Francisco. My apartment was in Noe Valley, about 3 blocks up from the Mission District and 3 blocks down from the edge of the Castro (lolfayg!) so my neighborhood was pretty laid back but good food was always in walking distance.
I met the missus while at school and she lived on Van Ness, about 2 blocks from the Opera House and City Hall. The post-quake 101 ran right up Van Ness towards the Wharf and then eventually on to the Golden Gate, so it was pretty damned busy.
I look back now and I had been relatively sheltered and narrow in my world view. I liked Weezer. I liked Guns-n-Roses. I liked Run-DMC. I did my crappy hapkido and karate and boxing training. I liked comic books. I played soccer. I didn’t have any friends in SF and didn’t plan on making any. I stayed at home when I wasn’t in school or visiting a buddy in San Jose.
We started out studying together. She had a boyfriend and told me she liked me and my sense on honor made me tell her I couldn’t see her then. She broke up with him and that was that. She took me to the Red Hot Chili Peppers. She took me to the Trocadero Club for a really small, intimate Porno For Pyros show. We went to Berkeley and saw Chris Isaak. I took her to a revival of Taxi Driver and a Clive Barker play. We both took each other to a reading by Neil Gaiman.
She always wanted to go to something like a symphony or an opera, so I decided we should go. It was a couple of months after dating, but before our first big trip together:
to the San Diego Comic-Con.
Since the Opera House was being retrofitted for post-earthquake proofing construction, they held larger showings at the Bill Graham auditorium, which sucked because I really wanted to see the inside of that building. It was absolutely beautiful in its exterior architecture and I am certain it was well-matched inside.
I’m not very well cultured or versed on opera, all I know is what we saw was based on the legend of Orpheus. She wore a dark, dark wine colored dress which compliments her skintone (light caramel…half Latina quater Native American) and hair color (black). Luckily my occupation made it so I am used to wearing a suit so I didn’t look as much like an 8th Grader on school picture day as I felt.
When I was a teenager, we took a trip to historical East Coast monuments, including New York. For some reason, they took us to see the musical 42nd Street and I fucking hated it. The opera wasn’t as bad.
I couldn’t understand the language but was able to follow the storyline. The music was nice, however I never liked “classical” except for baroque, for some reason. She liked it and that was all that mattered.
You know I got me some and I was good, if I may say so myself.[/quote]
HAHAHA
W. Rabbit liked it !
That’s what you deserve Snake!