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yeah but that was a mistake that should never have been made. It literally nullified an interception that killed a td drive, and gave the pats a chance to score. Because of him the giants got a td insted. Game was won by 4 points. I could use a slave/succubi to abuse....The back ends of hell open to guests? I have no problems enjoying punishing...
 
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yeah but that was a mistake that should never have been made. It literally nullified an interception that killed a td drive, and gave the pats a chance to score. Because of him the giants got a td insted. Game was won by 4 points. I could use a slave/succubi to abuse....The back ends of hell open to guests? I have no problems enjoying punishing...

Lil kitty, you need to take a breath when you talk.

And yes, the back room is open for you and whomever you'd like to play with, to enjoy as you wish.
 
Hi all. I actually watched a bit of the game. I don't understand it at all, but it looked like it was exciting. But it's hard to get excited when they all act so tough and then they wear helmets and pads and stuff.

but it was bloody close!
 
I aint talkin that fast... Fine though. *Gets a long island, sips it, kisses Nina on the cheek, waving to noon and Perp. Hiyas Noon. Nice to meet you Miss.
 
Hi all. I actually watched a bit of the game. I don't understand it at all, but it looked like it was exciting. But it's hard to get excited when they all act so tough and then they wear helmets and pads and stuff.

but it was bloody close!
-snorts giggling-

yea.. all that padding and safety stuff...
I aint talkin that fast... Fine though. *Gets a long island, sips it, kisses Nina on the cheek, waving to noon and Perp. Hiyas Noon. Nice to meet you Miss.

-grins-
 
-snorts giggling-

yea.. all that padding and safety stuff...

Well - yeah - I don't know. I didn't grow up with it so maybe I don't get it.

I have to leave - my water's boiling and I have to play - well sorta play - more like train.

Talk soon and very very very well done in maths! :kiss:
 
meh they cant have too many people paralyzed for life or dead. Theyre 400+ pound men colliding full force.
 
Ty fishy fish, have fun!!!!


And Som, I get that I still think it would be for fun without all the padding!
 
Oh, me too. Its closer to what it really simulates. Battle. The problem is it makes rich white men too much money. God I think im dealin with a cunt in zombie apoc land. I flirt a lil n she says I'm being a Dick.
 
Ty fishy fish, have fun!!!!


And Som, I get that I still think it would be for fun without all the padding!

No worries Nina - I didn't mean to bring conflict to Hell. Hell (ooops), that's the last thing I wanted on the day you got an

A

for maths!!!!! :rose:
 
What conflict silly fish! I like the banter about padding or no padding for sport!


-grins- I'm terribly happy though! woohoo..
 
What conflict silly fish! I like the banter about padding or no padding for sport!


-grins- I'm terribly happy though! woohoo..

Good - I'm glad - you should be - and you'll get many more too

(but I'll whisper it as I don't want to start a kerfuffle - I think padding for such big guys is a little wussy)

:eek:
 
Good - I'm glad - you should be - and you'll get many more too

(but I'll whisper it as I don't want to start a kerfuffle - I think padding for such big guys is a little wussy)

:eek:

Hell yes I will, probably... and if I dont, who cares so long as I learned something.. even if that something is 'how to write a paper the wrong way'.

(I think so too!)
 
Lol! Why would it start something? I'm just stating their reasoning. N look at the injuries that still happen. Theres already several season enders, and at times career enders every year. n not all of em are big men. look at Wes Welker.
 
Lol! Why would it start something? I'm just stating their reasoning. N look at the injuries that still happen. Theres already several season enders, and at times career enders every year. n not all of em are big men. look at Wes Welker.

Hi Som - yeah I know. :)

Just trying to understand it was all. In our code we also get PCL's and ACL's at least once a week over the round - but that's not a high percentage of players as there are 42 on a roster and there are now 18 teams. They're not usually career enders - basically 12 months gone though. As an observer from a distance - a very very long distance - I would suspect that wearing all the protection is what makes them evolve bigger and bigger as time goes on. You have to hit harder and harder to make an impact. Yes - I could tell that the guys they call the receivers weren't as big - they looked more like our guys. But basically, in our game, anyone over 105 - 110 kgs (about 230 pounds)would be too slow to run the required 15km (some do 20km) over 2 hrs. You stay fast and aware or you get smashed. Even when you stay fast and aware, well..... enjoy

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OHtWaNa3Db4&feature=related

But you guys make heaps more money!!! Maybe there's a message in that for us! Seeya
 
- Once again through either the mechanics of fate or just a simple lack of navigational skills, Hell ended up being his final destination. The upside? This version of Hell had a proprietor that while still induced visions of torture and suffering, well, it all had a rather enjoyable slant. The other upside? This Hell had a fully stocked bar where the beer was cold and the liquor not watered down nor did anyone appear to keep a tab. Hell really got a bum rap. -

- All jokes aside, his appearance was still dictated by a desire to find Nina. It had been far too damn long, reality simply too much of a taxing bitch to allow such fun distractions. A chilled Dos Equis was his companion on his search for what exactly? A laugh? An ass kicking? Somewhere in between? Depends on her mood also. Questions questions questions. -

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh Nina?"

- His voice echoed, a melodic sing-song effect. She'd noticed someone being cheery in Hell. Never failed. -
 
-snickers- It's called being literate then applying said skills -takes a pull of the bitter ale, grins- Besides, sure got your attention in a jiffy. How's my favorite pint size debil woman?
 
Mhmm. You seem to know how to get my attention in the "best of ways".

-lounges with her book, her alfredo, and her pink fruity drink-

I'm still a pint and a devil... how are you little tichy one?
 
-arches a brow at the repeated references to him being itchy. Apparently it wasn't that far below the surface. Should be fun. Made him sharp. Made her push. Good times. -

Tired but not in the old bone weary style it used to be. Now I just need to figure out what to do with the new found free time and energy with the job. The goverment shutting down most US poker sites kinda fucked me royal. So these times, these small moments with you, they are Fort Knox status.

I miss any fun shit recently?
 
-her brow lifted and stayed there-

well of course you wouldn't be bone tired like before. Your using more brain than brawn now silly boy.

-a grin, that little grin, curled her lips-

Fort Knox hmm....

You miss a lot when your never here, but not a lot.
 
-nods- A cursory glance showed that I only recognized maybe 50% of the names anymore. Not that I'm exactly Mr. Social and all that but still, that's a pretty decent turn over. There are times where I feel as though I should just toss myself head long back in, ya know? Network a lil, meet new writers, make some friends, all that jazz.

-a long sip, noting her grin, getting a thrill from it. -

As for using the old gray matter, it's a helluva change of pace. The upside? Pt's fuckin love me. I swear, if it wasn't this job, it woulda been car sales. I'd make a killing doing either.

So you gonna scoot over or should I drag ya off your lounging location? Kicking, screaming, alfredo everywhere. -grins- It does have a certain appeal.
 
heaven knows meeting new people would be oh so very horrible!

well, your gray matter has a few spots of something, you just said you would make a killing doing either. Either of what? Car sales and Nursing. We both know that only one of those pays extremely well unless your in those exclusive locations for nursing.

-both her brows went up, looking at her chair and then him-

You know. You could try not being an ass. you could try asking if you can join me or crawling yourself across the floor and up into my lap. There are lots of things you could try to get an invitation to where you want to be, kitten. You. know. that.
 
-grins mischeviously- Do I know? Abso-fuckin-lutely. Do I act any different? Not a snowballs in chance in -wait for it- Hell.

-thinks about what he said earlier- Ooooh, making a killing and being a nurse in the same sentence, swing and a miss. I'm gonna ease up on the ole self-back patting there. Bad gray matter, the state may monitor such things.

But back to the first thing. I did ask, just in my own uniquely terrible way! Besides, too sore to crawl, some other alternate universe version of me is being destroyed in the Nook. Poor fucker. Made him cum and everything. I dun think that part of my psyche enjoyed it. My therapist tho was thrilled. So I guess you win.

-finishes the rest of the beer, a hearty swallow of cold liquid and a hint of pride- Ok, can I please take up some real estate next to you Nina?
 
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-grins-

-grins more-

-dies gigggling..........-

-doubles over in giggggles incapable of speech so she uses her fingers to becon him over whilst everything that was in her lap, tumbles to the floor-
 
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