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B.A.M. - Similar to B.A.M.F. I suppose?

Well guys, I had my height/weight taken today for re-enlistment, and I need to lose 4% body fat. Translate that to body weight, and I need to lose at least 10 pounds. I think I'm going to go on a low carb/high cardio diet and workout for the first 2 weeks since I get weighed in again in that exact time. What do you guys think?

It's ok, they had Subway today.

Gelukkige Verjaardag, Dutchy! - Have a hap hap happy birthday Dutchy! - And to repeat what Navy Chief said..Gelukkige Verjaardag, Dutchy! w00t for you, and may you be laid by 70 virgins. -Zag

But they still have (A PEPPER BAR!).

THEY GOT A PEPPER BAR!

ROFL! That was great :D

I'd like to second that motion on the separate politics forum. :D

Woot for that , and bump..

....mmm... I'll cath ya when I get sober..

This is straight from Snopes.com: "The most prominent example of a clash between private citizen protest and governmental military policy in recent history occurred in July 1972, when actress Jane Fonda arrived in Hanoi, North Vietnam, and began a two-week tour of the country conducted by uniformed military hosts." As we understand Kerry's actions in light of his war protests; they took place in 1970. Before Hanoi Jane went to N. Vietnam and became a Communist herself. Guys, I have to say that Sen. Kerry has my vote. I know that Bush ran a quasi-sucessful camgain against Iraq, but part of the reason why soliders are still getting killed there is that the CIC won't let commanders act on the received intelligence, which is paramount, and we all know this because this is the way it's always been. That's costs live gentlemen, and I know there are quite a few of us that are vets or are still serving in the military. The reason why he was a protestor, is because of the bretheren the he and others had lost during the war, and if one talks to a Vietnam Veteran, they would back up the fact that they would disagree with the war as well. I've met countless vets; some who are friends of mine that say the same thing. One friend in particular was in Vietnam during the Tet Offensive, who was a recipient of the Distinguished Service Cross and was wounded (2 Purple Hearts), would also attest to the war. Pride in the service can go very far for all of us, but when there is a war that will accomplish nothing but lost lives, just doesnt make any sense. Perhaps if we had a veteran that understands what war really is, and knows what it is like to lose friends and family, he will think twice before starting another one.

Dude, that is sweet. My Dad's first plane was a Warrior. He set up a booster chair so I could see over the instrument panel when I was a little kid.

Man, that's one heck of a story! My dad had a pretty close call last December when he was flying from Baltimore to Houston in his Cessna 210. When he bought it, the plane had some probs that were quickly fixed, but there were others that he didn't know about. During his flight, he was coming in on final to an airport in Georgia, and about 20 feet off the ground he lost all manifold pressure and the engine quit. He was only going about 65 or so knots, so the stall factor was serious pretty much yelling HELLO! at him. He managed to do a 3 point hard landing and come down with a bit of a bang, but he didn't crash. About a moment later, he hit the starter and the engine came right back on. He parked the aircraft, checked out, and later took off again that day to finish the last leg of the flight to Houston. When he got there he had my brother look at it (he's a flight mech), and my bro grounded him! He said that the nosewheel of the plane had been depressed about an inchor more, and the front prop had been bent. Upon further inspection, he found a whole slew of problems aside from the hard landing. During the holidays, I asked my dad if the 'pucker factor' was fierce during the episode, and he said, "Aw, not really. It's was more like an 'Aw Sh*t!' factor". I don't blame him. More to come on that after the insurance claim goes through.

Way to go! Dude, I have no job, and I live in Las Vegas. howdoyouthinkifeel? Fuggedaboudit!

My brother in law, who is a guru with the Wifi, is working on a thing in Houston called "The Westheimer Project" It's a major street that runs the length from uptown on down. He can drive from one end to the other along this very lengthy road and still keep a rather good signal on his Centrino laptop. Dude, that is sweet.

So last night I'm online playing some Forgotten Battles dogfights and having a blast. Roughly 8:00 pm, my fiance` walks in and says something like, "Babe, why don't we go watch some tv together?" I tell her that I'm in the middle of a BIG furball, that I wanted to take on this one guy, and after I beat him I'd be in the living room in about 5 minutes or so... She then turns her voice up about 100 octaves and says, "You MEN and your F*cking PENISES! When does it STOP!?!?!?" Needless to say, I was truly shocked about that whole thing, I mean, I'm not the kind of guy that goes drag racing in my souped-up race car/truck whatever. Nor, do I get into barfights over stupid arguements and the like. Yet, I feel the NEED to wipe the floor with this one guy in a virtual dogfight particularly because he'd been giving me a hard time since I signed on to that one game. I could have disconeccted and went elsewhere, but no I had to stay and prove my man-ness or whatever anyone calls it. To put a cap on this story, I did indeed wipe the floor with his guts, and the game went into sudden death, (instead of 5 minutes, it went for another hour). The score was 6 to 2! YEAH! I KICKED HIS BUTT! w00t. I guess the question of the story and whatnot is; "When will our manly ego's stop coming in to the room with us when some certain competition arises?" The answer: It's never gonna happen folks. Our Weiners are attached to us, and we will take them wherever we damn well please. We just need to choose our battles wisely, and sometime run aways to fight another day. I thought about that and laid it down to my Fiance`, but she didn't understand. I explained that WARS HAVE STARTED over things like who's got a bigger winky. (Nutshell history class) She didn't understand. So I explained further, that if we (men) didn't have that type of spirit so "related" to our manhood, then Chuck Yeager never would've broken the sound barrier and Doolittle never would've bombed Tokyo. I think I sortof got through with that analogy. So now, I'll just kick back and celebrate my sweet victory with some coffie, and bang my head to Led Zepplin's 'Immigrant Song'. W00t. For all men in the world. -fin

I gotta tell ya, I'm REALLY gonna need a good financing plan for all that. I mean, it's not like I'm buying a computer or something, that's a major purchase! I guess a four year plan should do it, and of course I'll have to ask my Dad to help out, but man, it'll be a hoot.

Ender's Game ROOLED! So did Flight of the Intruder. My stepmom was a religous fanatic, so instead of going to see the R-rated movies, I was reading the books instead to keep her off my back. Shoot, I was into 2001 by the sixth grade.

You should check out EB games near your local mall. They usually have the used shelves stock with those old gems. I once found a copy of Flanker 2.5 there lot too long ago.

I wonder if there's financing available?

Mr. Mudd, Dutchy, Dagger, Pcpilot, Cowboy; thanks for all of the kind words, and thankyou for the support that you've given myself and Mudd. I see now, looking back, that I will live though her, and that she may be gone, she will live through me and Vicki. Semper Fi Rusty, Thanks.

Mr. Mudd, thanks for your kind words, and I hope your Grandma goes in peace like mine did. My mom and I made the call on the hospice service, but I couldn't be home in Texas 24-7 b/c I live in Vegas with my fiance`. The last thing I got to tell her was about my engagement (over the phone though), but she was very happy. Vicki and I had been together for 5 years before I popped the question. She'd been busting my butt to ask her to marry me! In fact, after our first year together, Vicki and Memaw had been introduced months earlier, and I was away on duty at the time; she and Memaw had become very close. When I finally received my discharge from the MArines and came home, I asked Memaw if I should marry her, and she told me I'd be a fool not to! I'm so happyu though, that I had the chance to see her during Christmas and have that closure, and she knew that I would need it.

I figured I'd share with you guys since some of you have posted several personal things on this board. Hi guys, Just a few hours ago, my grandma just passed away. Her name was Mildred, born 1906 in Galveston, TX; close to my native city Houston. She was 97 when she died, and was one elegant woman all her life. She was my Memaw too. I had the opportunity to spend some time with her when I went home to TX last X-mas, and she was a delight as always, but she had been suffering from dimensia, so she would slip in and out concerning the simple things, like recognizing me for instance. After a couple of those episodes, she snapped back to herself and told me not to worry about thos things, and she also knew that I understood what she meant. We were very close to each other all my life. I'll never foget her. I love you Memaw, and I'll miss you. Chris

Good note there pcpilot. I can appriciate that.

That's a fun game. I got to the second level, then my g/f called and made me crash..