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The meaning of someone's attraction depends on their appearance? No, but the significance of their attraction does vary according to their options. Male or female, I'll feel a lot more flattered being hit on by someone who's smart, funny, good-looking, and kind than by someone who doesn't appear to have any other options. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

clothes Start taking them off and you might get more responses. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Depends on which DZ I'm going to. I drive my Toyota to the one that's less than a mile from my house. I also drive my Toyota to the one that's 140 miles from my house, but then I have a trailer in tow, same as when I'm driving to the ones that are 300 and 400 miles away. I fly to the rest of 'em. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

I'm making my picks!

Yeah, she could have earned her red wings!!! Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

I've gotten in trouble with all three and expect they will all happen tonight as well. So far the posting hasn't been too bad. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Notice there have now been three replies by women and none yet by men. That's cuz the men are still protectively cupping their crotches and trying not to vomit at the thought. Blues, dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

I think I'll win this one. I was 12 or 13 years old, and I was at summer camp with my church's youth group. It was my first time ever water-skiing. The driver and spotter were pretty young, probably high school seniors, and she (the spotter) was clearly interested in him (the driver). My life vest was too big for me, and we were using a tow-bar, not rings. For being my first time ever, and never having snow-skied, I was pretty damned proud of myself for getting up on the first try. I wasn't all that balanced, but I was up...for like a full 7 or 8 seconds. When I yard-sale, I don't fuck around. I held onto the bar until impact, at which point it somehow went between my legs and lodged behind my butt (horizontally between my cheeks and thighs, not in my ass you perverts). Somehow in the process I got a half-hitch in the rope. Those of you who know knots probably know that a half-hitch can only really exist if it's around something. Well considering the bar was behind me and the rope ran between my legs, to the boat in front of me, what do you think it was half-hitched around? Yes, the boat was suddenly towing me by my penis. The spotter, having a thing for the driver and having seen me get up, wasn't watching me...she was busy flirting with him. The driver, being an 18 year old or so boy and distracted by a girl in a bikini talking to him, didn't notice either. So the boat KEPT towing me by my penis. The first thing to do when trying to remove a half-hitch is to take any tension off it. Did I mention my life vest was too big? Well it was. Being towed underwater by my penis made the life vest ride up around my head, and my arms were forced over my head by it. FYI - It's tough to remove a half hitched rope from around your penis when you're a) blinded by an ill-fitting life vest, b) sputtering, trying not to breathe in water, and convinced you're about to drown, and c) unable to move your arms from overhead. This went on for hours. OK, maybe 6 or 7 seconds, but tell me you don't see how it would seem like hours. Finally, the driver of the boat pulled back on the throttle. I acted as a sea-anchor, slowing the boat with the drag of my body (connected by my penis), and soon the tension was off the rope, the knot came undone, the life vest went back to where it was supposed to, and I popped to the surface seeing spots from the pain. I was trying really hard not to cry as I yelled at them that I was done, to come back and get me. I mean trying REALLY hard. I got the standard lectures about getting back on the horse, that if I didn't try it again now, I'd always be afraid to, etc. They had no idea what I'd been through. I summarized what had just happened to me, and was quite adamant about wanting in the boat...NOW. They conceded and dropped the ladder, and I spent a couple of minutes trying to get up it before I succeeded. There were tears in my eyes, but I wasn't actually crying as I got aboard, and I barked at the girl when she asked me if I was ok. I told her no, that I was hurt, and she played the "I'm older, let me see if you're ok" card. I took a deep breath and looked down my shorts for myself. My penis was bleeding, and the head was already bruised. I told her that she didn't need to see, but that I needed to go back to the dock now and be let off the boat. Then I cried. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

I actually spent 4 days in the Newport Beach jail because of a Millions of Dead Cops shirt I was wearing. The one that showed the half cop/half Klan face with a gun. The cops honestly didn't believe it was a band shirt that I'd bought in Japan! Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

I only saw Black Flag play once... It was at a party in a basement in Olympia, WA, circa 1983 or so. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

I had to work, but I had a beer anyhow. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Ha! Someone else who liked Dayglo Abortions! Tell me you didn't play too much hide the hamster! I also liked FEAR, and saw the Meatmen and Dead Milkmen and PIL and Bad Brains and Bad Religion and the Red Hot Chili Peppers and the Dickies and Social Distortion... There was a club in Tijuana called Iguana's that fucking rocked!

Hi, my name's Dave. Nice to meet you. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

You get that alot Dave? PSST, you're supposed to tell him he's not fat... You bastard! That was my direction to take this! Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

You get that alot Dave? Lords no! Of the two people required for such a scenario, I'm never the one being followed. So, you got a girlfriend? Want to come over to my place to watch a movie? Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

hubba hubba!

It totally depends on the guy and the situation. Good looking gay guy who seems reasonably sober at a night club...compliment. Freaky fat old guy following you around the porn shop...not so much. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Woohoo! That's one vote! Let's stop now and call it a landslide. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Huh? A circle is comprised of one curved line and zero (or possibly infinite) angles. I'm having a hard time imagining how one could draw anything with zero lines. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

I went to a bar. Stereotypes - Check! Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Because you haven't posted or PMd me the picture yet, of course! Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Well here's hoping you don't figure out how to edit the poll to add me! The results favor me a lot more in my imagination than they would in real life. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Your poll is incomplete without a picture of me. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

I totally forgot about the Infectious Grooves...I think I still have a cassette or two from them that I'll have find tonight.

I made the mistake of licking a freshly cleaned freezer once. I started yelling as well as I could with my thung thuck thu ick. My mother walked into the kitchen, calmly walked up to me, grabbed my head, and yanked...leaving a nice little chunk of pink meat in the freezer. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)