MY BREAKS RECORDS

The 410 looks sweet too. And the Octane but thats something else.

always boxers. went commando a few days ago for the first time cuz i had no choice (forgot underwear at the pool) it was pretty cool.

Someone dig up that cute pic of her at Organised Confusion

Man it seems ever since you moved to montreal from ottawa, all you do is get drunk. Homesick perhaps?

that was pretty gay man

When I was speaking to her a year or two ago she was like a lil angel... innocent and all. And from what I've been reading lately on here it seems like she's.... changed. A lot!

whos fat ass is that

is it normal for a woman to cry and be super sensitive when shes "on the rag" ?

Kiklades. Yes that name does exist!!! It seems the hottest spot in Greece is Mykonos. However there are many. I firmly believe that there are more "big names" spinning in Greece than montreal. it really surprised me. Anyhow, I think Europe hides some breathtaking secrets, be it clubs, or even in nature!

Is it common for a woman to bleed for 5 days ?(or 7, dont remember)

chill the fuck out guy, i never said i was.

all of you should travel and i dont mean toronto or fucking gaspé or some shit in quebec. i mean overseas. sea new shit. thats life.

Happy birthday meng

come on msn you arab :P

*claps*

guess where i got it from?

I'm missing a 127' Delta Marine Gran Finale motoryacht

I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to all though tasteless, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble pooping. No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique.
It seems my ss-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my asscheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butthair dwelling.

Eventually I would have to do two things: either reach down with somepaper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its Can't-Be-Flushed threshold. I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea. "Hey, this is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don't I just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg!" I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. "How many Indians could there be?" said by General Custer. "Looks like a good day for a drive!" by JFK. "There! America On-line now has complete Usenet access!" by some idiot system tech. Such was my anal shaving idea.

I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my ass of hair. Occasionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn babe. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. My ass was smooth as ivory. I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over.

Little did I know. I now have a great respect for anal-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for class. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two asscheeks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I
thought, it would dry. Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic poop -molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky poop/sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch. God-DAMN, did it itch! Felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there
and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm. Unfortunately, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally
reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny cane-toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted to dry my ass off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks.

As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a 4 block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering poop/sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my ass cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own poop blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: "It will be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks." Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping my ass at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for ass-hair - ventilation. I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my asscheeks.

Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil. As if that wasn't
enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone who has ever shaved anything knows, when hair is first growing in, it comes in as stubble. Imagine your ass having the texture of a brillo pad.

Well, that is what I am dealing with now. It is a hellish torture, and there are many times when I just look out the window and contemplate why I shouldn't just jump out and get it all over with in one fleshy splat, rather than endure this constant agony.

Friends-DON'T SHAVE YOUR ASS-HAIR!

As soon as it becomes unstuck i'll spizz all over it and it'll be sticky again

HA HA

Lots of interior design magasines

except pro's buy it and amateurs download it :D

thats the best song. u just discovered I.T. ?

Yay, i'm playing at this i think

He likes to jack off to high quality male pornography

Hangar 13 makina and hardcore parties

i agree with what jeff said about fixed lens digital vs. dslr cameras.

go scuba diving

Drink up

3 even!

Make sure your computer is fucking quiet too.

mayan mysteries stupid. it kicked ass.

its about 92$ for a regular appt but insurrance pays

Reponds a tes PM man!!!

No no man, i feel u

What did u buy her Norm? :P

Check your PMs man

Don't argue with Jesus

Beyer

Mista Scruff swears by it so it HAAAAAAAS to be good :D

Elektron makes amazing stuff and the 909 looks cool too. If i remember correctly the yammy rs7000 is shweet too. But you said u want pro opinions. Pro's usually advice against "boxes" but you mentionned the best which offer at leaest a bit of expandability so their ok. What ever you choose to buy will be hours of fun.