He doesn't look like Gomez Addams! How would he look like you?Quote:
Originally Posted by Andre
lol at me
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He doesn't look like Gomez Addams! How would he look like you?Quote:
Originally Posted by Andre
lol at me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SncapPrTusA
Bruce Lee with nunchucks......prepare to be amazed
Believe me, Charlie Bronson looks a lot like his kid brother Andre.Quote:
Originally Posted by StickgrapplerHe doesn't look like Gomez Addams! How would he look like you?Quote:
Originally Posted by Andre
lol at me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gYFlq7s6BrY :cool::cool::cool:
Which Superhero are you? Quiz
You are Green Lantern Hot-headed. You have strong
will power and a good imagination.
http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/pics/lantern2.jpgGreen Lantern80%Robin55%Catwoman55%The Flash45%Hulk40%Batman35%Spider-Man30%Iron Man30%Supergirl25%Wonder Woman25%Superman20%Click here to take the "Which Superhero are you?" quiz...
Im Super girl, hahahaha.
You are SupergirlLean, muscular and feminine.
Honest and a defender of the innocent.
http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/pics/supergirl3.jpgSupergirl 100%Superman 80%Robin 75%Hulk 75%Green Lantern 70%Iron Man 70%Spider-Man 65%Wonder Woman 65%Catwoman 65%Batman 60%The Flash 55%
oh man, lololololQuote:
Originally Posted by Andre
remote file too large to post here
http://3432-boston.voxcdn.com/files/...toinfinity.gif
I found out that Miss Teen Delware did a porno ;D
I'm at work right now so I won't post a link, but I'll just suggest ;) ;) that you visit Gawker for "information" ;) ;)
She's only 18 and didn't seem all that enthused to be recorded, but hey she did take the money shot
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kh6c0SOfkH4
Nothing like being serenaded by that sweet siren Taylor Swift :puke:
Ladies & Gentlemen, HARRY STYLES!
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HOORAY SHOE!!!!
lololololQuote:
Originally Posted by El Kabong
Harry Styles being hit with a shoe ~ One Direction TMH Tour Glasgow - YouTube
Go to YouTube and in the search box type
do the harlem shake
then wait
Genius ;D
WOW thats great soo cool :cool: ;DQuote:
Originally Posted by Greenbeanz
Heres a couple of regular ones that are fun.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bGvnDoxV5HI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=upJaGCePw3M
ugh....remote GIF file too large
OUCHY!
http://grond.tv/kirk.gif
Invictus - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
"Invictus" is a short Victorian poem by the English poet William Ernest Henley (1849–1903).
Background
At the age of 13, Henley contracted tuberculosis of the bone. A few years later, the disease progressed to his foot, and physicians announced that the only way to save his life was to amputate directly below the knee. It was amputated when he was 17.[1] Stoicism inspired him to write this poem.[2] Despite his disability, he survived with one foot intact and led an active life until his death at the age of 53.
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Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Citizenship in a Republic - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Citizenship in a Republic is the title of a speech given by the former President of the United States, Theodore Roosevelt at the Sorbonne in Paris, France on April 23, 1910.[1]
One notable passage on page seven of the 35-page speech is referred to as "The Man in the Arena":[2]
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.Someone who is heavily involved in a situation that requires courage, skill, or tenacity (as opposed to someone sitting on the sidelines and watching), is sometimes referred to as "the man in the arena."
The title – as the reference to "dust and sweat and blood" – echoes Spanish bullfighting and Roman gladiatorial combat.
If— - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
"If—" is a poem written in 1895 by British Nobel laureate Rudyard Kipling.[1] It was first published in the "Brother Square Toes" chapter of Rewards and Fairies, Kipling's 1910 collection of short stories and poems. Like William Ernest Henley's "Invictus", it is a memorable evocation of Victorian stoicism, self-control and the "stiff upper lip" that popular culture has made into a traditional British virtue.[2] Its status is confirmed both by the number of parodies it has inspired, and by the widespread popularity it still enjoys amongst Britons. It is often voted Britain's favourite poem.[3][4]
The poem was printed, framed and fixed to the wall in front of the study desk in the officer cadets cabins at the National Defence Academy (NDA) at Pune, India. The poem's lines, "If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster / and treat those two impostors just the same" is written on the wall of the Centre Court players' entrance at the British tennis tournament Wimbledon.
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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a man, my son!