EXPERIMENT!
Depends. In a hippy commune, I can try to get some special stuff (
), but in a 5 Star hotel, I would at least get a bed and a clean room.
Wintery escape or husslin' resort?
Wintery escape or husslin' resort?
Waylon Lew - maker of Wasabi bags
NYFA represent.
"Footbag can be pretty frustrating when it's supposed to be fun. I was partly driven by this forum - practice, practice, practice... As that is true, I think someone can be too focused on progressing and training that they miss the fun aspect of it." - Bander87
NYFA represent.
"Footbag can be pretty frustrating when it's supposed to be fun. I was partly driven by this forum - practice, practice, practice... As that is true, I think someone can be too focused on progressing and training that they miss the fun aspect of it." - Bander87
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Bic Pen
Save the rest of the money for footbag
Top Down Shooters or Side Scroll Shooters?
Save the rest of the money for footbag
Top Down Shooters or Side Scroll Shooters?
Josh M.Wasabi wrote:Footbag is not materialistic; it's about challenging yourself and having fun at the same time.
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- QuantumBalance
- 100-Watt Warlock
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- Bringerofpie
- Fearless
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Red Hot Chili Peppers. No question at all.
Sting or Paul McCartney?
Sting or Paul McCartney?
"Fuck it man, you just gotta do it."
Joe Snyder
Representing FLF (Fort Lauderdale Footbaggers)
http://onlycountria.myminicity.com
Joe Snyder
Representing FLF (Fort Lauderdale Footbaggers)
http://onlycountria.myminicity.com
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Never been to either of those events. Heres a story about a young lawyer.
Once in the beginning of time there were a million answers to the questions my fathers asked. But after 10 or so hours they dispersed, tired of their failing mustachioed families.
So i chose my own tide, my own turf to guard in case another one attacked. It turns out I'm not actually living the dream, but finding my axles half deep in a pile of snow drenched minerals. So i got up in the morning and demanded another chance.
The council fired their stale bullets into my ministers liaisons and filled his fingers with enough miles to take him all the way to Illinois. Upon arriving at his grave i deported his nannies and fired into the sky with a rage only equal to that of the midgets that work my fungus plants on the moon.
I stormed into the saloon and kicked open the bosses refrigerator. "I'm here to take down your bins!" I screamed as i ate a plate of pure steel emblazoned frozen lakes. The taste was as if a Chinese fire hydrant was attacking my upper body with a pole made of pure whips! I ran from the attacker and hid in a cave of my choosing.
He stalked through the night, finding enough nails in each challenge to stack me up against the odds. I decided it was time to make a break for it, and drove to the bun factory, where i promptly enjoyed a basket of cheese burgers made by eccentric Italian chefs. They looked me in the eye and told me my time was up, and they sent me to a ranch where i work to this day. All alone.
Love is surely a very fickle thing, as trivial as the the matter in which we fight our own stale bread. Time will begin again some time again. To bad the stars above must live forever without loops to take a turn. Oh well, liking talons to that of a lich king is very intelligent. Just remember to look out for explosions upon the sunset. Thats to dangerous.
Lips talk large words against time if it's true...
You better believe it.
Once in the beginning of time there were a million answers to the questions my fathers asked. But after 10 or so hours they dispersed, tired of their failing mustachioed families.
So i chose my own tide, my own turf to guard in case another one attacked. It turns out I'm not actually living the dream, but finding my axles half deep in a pile of snow drenched minerals. So i got up in the morning and demanded another chance.
The council fired their stale bullets into my ministers liaisons and filled his fingers with enough miles to take him all the way to Illinois. Upon arriving at his grave i deported his nannies and fired into the sky with a rage only equal to that of the midgets that work my fungus plants on the moon.
I stormed into the saloon and kicked open the bosses refrigerator. "I'm here to take down your bins!" I screamed as i ate a plate of pure steel emblazoned frozen lakes. The taste was as if a Chinese fire hydrant was attacking my upper body with a pole made of pure whips! I ran from the attacker and hid in a cave of my choosing.
He stalked through the night, finding enough nails in each challenge to stack me up against the odds. I decided it was time to make a break for it, and drove to the bun factory, where i promptly enjoyed a basket of cheese burgers made by eccentric Italian chefs. They looked me in the eye and told me my time was up, and they sent me to a ranch where i work to this day. All alone.
Love is surely a very fickle thing, as trivial as the the matter in which we fight our own stale bread. Time will begin again some time again. To bad the stars above must live forever without loops to take a turn. Oh well, liking talons to that of a lich king is very intelligent. Just remember to look out for explosions upon the sunset. Thats to dangerous.
Lips talk large words against time if it's true...
You better believe it.
Eoghan Patrick Morgan McDowell
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OMG! Another person ruined the idea of this topic!
Todexon, just because I think it would be sweet to go, if only I could
FPS or RPG?
Todexon, just because I think it would be sweet to go, if only I could
FPS or RPG?
Josh M.Wasabi wrote:Footbag is not materialistic; it's about challenging yourself and having fun at the same time.
My Website
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RPG, just because i crave a good and compelling story when it comes to games.
Isn't the idea of this thread to see how many views a topic can get max? I think whats posted is completely irrelevant as long as it gets the view. Oh well.
Large Lakes, or
Stackable Objects?
Isn't the idea of this thread to see how many views a topic can get max? I think whats posted is completely irrelevant as long as it gets the view. Oh well.
Large Lakes, or
Stackable Objects?
Eoghan Patrick Morgan McDowell
posting...
Flash drive
Stackable objects
Greek Hoplite or Roman Centurion?
Somewhere along the line, it was decided we do the current format just to make it more interesting than repeatedly jamming on the refresh button.Isn't the idea of this thread to see how many views a topic can get max?
Flash drive
Stackable objects
Greek Hoplite or Roman Centurion?
Zeke
Funny movie titles if the movie were about poop:
Red
Fast & the Furious
The Green Mile
Children of the Corn
There Will be Blood
Funny movie titles if the movie were about poop:
Red
Fast & the Furious
The Green Mile
Children of the Corn
There Will be Blood
- Outsider
- Ayatollah of Rock n' Rollah
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"Ladies and Gentlefops, welcome to my opera!
Let us cavort like the GREEKS of old!
You know the ones I mean..."
Winter Vacation:
Somewhere hot and sunny? or hit the ski slopes?
Let us cavort like the GREEKS of old!
You know the ones I mean..."
Winter Vacation:
Somewhere hot and sunny? or hit the ski slopes?
"The time has come to convert the unbelievers..."
Jonathan Schneider --- sometimes showers with his Lavers on (to clean them)
The Ministry of Silly Walks
NYFA
BAP
Jonathan Schneider --- sometimes showers with his Lavers on (to clean them)
The Ministry of Silly Walks
NYFA
BAP