A. Martin

Name: mmohyababygosucky Steam I.D: STEAM_0:1:22640644 Duration of Ban: Permanent Reasons for the Ban: Yelling slurs in the pub. Demo Provided?: No, but Tex was present. Comments: Used homophobic slurs and fled the server, only to return and proceeded to talk about vulgar things (With more homophobic slurs)

The day I finally passed Support MOS. I had to take it three times in a row, and each time my score improved slightly. But, I refused to give up until I'd passed the damn thing, and I finally passed the damn thing!

Name: GD. Yosem'teSAM Steam I.D: STEAM_0:0:19133035 Reasons for the Ban: TK/TW, was warned in the server about shooting through players to get kills. Later, he began to kill players in spawn and then fled the server. Recommended duration of ban: 2 Days Demo Provided?: No, however SSgt. White was also present.

Name: Rct. D. Grimm [1st SAS] Steam I.D: STEAM_0:1:6159354 Duration of Ban: Permanent Reasons for the Ban: 1st SAS are Ban on Sight Demo Provided?: N/A Comments:N/A

Peen & Teller did a bullshit! episode dedicated to PETA. I don't remember the exact numbers from that episode, but essentially PETA euthanizes more animals than it finds homes for every year.

I should have known it would be a bitch to get the body out of the trunk, she even had told me it would, but there was no way for me to anticipate the bags ripping and subsequently spilling their contents all over the side of the highway. I peered down the miles of road ahead of me and saw no encroaching lights, but upon glancing the other way, I was greeted with a set of headlights rapidly approaching, maybe 5 miles out, their shine illuminating an unmistakable set of red and blue reflections from the roof of the car. I fell to the ground and started pushing the chunks of meat beneath the car, surprised at how quickly the flesh and meat had grown cold and hard, a body once capable of so much movement and grace one minute only to be reduced to cumbersome bricks of waste the next. I could hear the roar of the engine and stood up, using my heel to skirt the remaining pieces beneath the bumper and forcing the warmest smile I could muster under the conditions. As I stood in eager anticipation a blinding light appeared from one side of the vehicle, forcing me to shield my eyes, partially obscuring the individual that emerged. As I peered beneath my hand I could see the silhouette of a man creeping toward me with his right hand sliding toward his waistline. "Hello" I said to the approaching man, "Nice evening, I am just putting away my tire jack" hoping to distract him as I slightly angle my body to cover my reach for a weapon. Is that a second person in the vehicle behind the glare of the lights, will I be able to take them both out if it comes to that. My hand grazed over the slick metal of my .44 S&W Special nuzzled tight within the interior of the trunk, fingers wrapping its polished rosewood grip, a gift from the wife on our 15th wedding anniversary. I heard the words "Everything...", and "allright"... while all the possible scenarios played out in front of me, and choosing the one future where I did not immediately die or spend the rest of my life in jail, I yanked the revolver from its holster, spinning around and leveling the weapon's sights to the head of the police officer before me. It was so fluid, he never saw it coming; hell it was like I had just taken a single breath and my .44 S&W was 6 rounds liter. My heart pounded against my breast as I confirmed the kill of the officer, one shot clean through his right cheek bone, then I slowly approached the vehicle to confirm my other 5 rounds found their intended target. I glanced about nervously, checking for any oncoming traffic and contemplating how I would dispose of yet another body. As images of possible consequences of my actions raced through my mind, I reached down and grabbed the policeman's limp body and dragged it off the road, covering it with a layer of brush while an idea began to form in my mind, a way to take care of all my problems in one fell swoop. The first body I disposed of much like the second, hurrying myself; The last thing I wanted was another set of headlights to come down the road. With a few hurried steps, I cleared the brush, almost tripping over the cop's foot on my way past. As I got to the door and pulled it open, I glanced over my shoulder one last time to assure everything looked some semblance of the word normal.

A Screenshot I've reached Rank 12. The world is coming to an end. This is your notice.

I hate you all so, so much right now. Now where's my outstanding award for cowardice in the face of smaller numbers?

When did Small get that cool pelt on his head?

It was more of a joke, really. I just find it one of the most hilarious things to ever be invented for sex.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/07/10/c..._n_3573124.html That's right, folks. It's a bra that comes off when you clap. Also, in case it weren't obvious by the article itself, the video is NSFW.

Having worked in Hawthorne as an EMT for some two years, I can attest that the majority of police related injuries inflicted by outside sources is generally dog bites. Granted, there are many other sources, but these mostly go unreported in the news because, well, they're dog bites; Not always the most serious of afflictions. That being said, the danger involved in dog bites is high, as it's very prone to infection and can sometimes be the source of lasting muscular or skeletal damage. More to the point, dogs are often used for a terror factor, and their fears of often well-founded. I myself was present at an incident similar to this. A dog hopped a fence and went right for the officer holding onto it's owner. Luckily, the Officer was quick enough to kick it away while another subdued it. However, I can tell you, guns were out. That dog nearly died that day. Not that I'm being dramatic. It wasn't a very dangerous situation, and I was laughing the whole time (But I'm a sick, sick man,) and in the end the dog turned out to be relatively friendly. Just, heat of the moment. Happens, you know? I know my dogs would be liable to leap on someone if I were cussin' and yellin' at'm.

It's true! I just can't stop staring at DAT ASS!

Just to weigh in I'll say this: I would kill for it to be a choice.

So, I decided to start my forum travels with the most mundane conversation: How's the weather this month? What's your normal weather around this time of year? Do you enjoy it, or do you despise it? --------------- I live in the high desert of Southern California, where it's mostly scrub brush. It's really dry but really hot this time of year (We get our summers earlier than most to start with,) so it's often a minimum of 90 degrees Fahrenheit, and sometimes as high 110 degrees (That's somewhere around 40 Celsius for the Europeans, if I recall.) I really enjoy it, though. I once spent a year in Louisiana, and the humid days I couldn't stand at all. Here, breathing the air is a bit easier because it's not so heavy, so exercise is a little more endurable than in the south for me. On an unrelated not, Guadalajara, Mexico is a surprisingly temperate climate, and has some of the most beautiful days I've had in both winter and summer.

I used to play all the time before I got my first job. I still play with my motley crew of clubs, and manage to have a banana hook funny enough to turn me ten degrees to my right on my set up.

My first thing is generally to pull up a DR (Dice Roller) for OTT (Online Table Top) games I play in. Because of my odd hours I generally set my alarm for that, since our OTTs are usually around noonish-Fiveish. Following that I assess the weather for the day, and then turn on some music. On an only marginally related note, Porn is the last thing I do in a day, but only after I get permission from Mottola to look at the hardcore stuff (My favorite is "Guess the phallic object!")