It's figure 11 day bitches.
Point it fucking straight!
It's figure 11 day bitches.
Point it fucking straight!
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yep, the real deal right there... les Arcs!
Point it straight sluts..
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Then, while you're recovering in the hospital in quadruple traction, give a thought to the vets.
I never did understand the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month thing. If you're going to stop killing each other, why not right now? I suppose it had to do with getting the word out to everyone so that you didn't have some people shooting and some people not. Still, it would have sucked to be killed during the 10th hour.
Or as John Kerry put it--how do you ask a man to be the last man to die for a mistake?
War is good for business. So is pointing it.
Grab your ar and straight line some shit bro
The first recorded speed skiing record was in 1867 in La Porte, California by a woman with the provocative name of Lottie Joy, who traveled 48.9 mph/79.003 kph. The length of her run and the method of timing are unknown, making hers one of several unofficial but significant world speed skiing records.
The second was also in La Porte by Tommy Todd who traveled down a 1230 foot track in an average speed of 87.7 mph/141.001kph in 1874. If Todd’s timing was anywhere near accurate, it is not unreasonable to speculate that he was traveling near 100 mph during that last part of his run.
https://www.dickdorworth.com/2015/12...skiing-history
The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.
Dang that sure makes me feel soft
A lot of truth here. I was a helicopter Troop Commander in the first Gulf War. We got the word that there was going to be a cease fire the following morning at about 5 in the afternoon. Every unit was scrambling to get to a place that offered strategic advantage before the shooting stopped. My worst fear - and I remember this like it was yesterday - was that one or more of my crews was going to get hurt. We hadn't suffered a single injury in our 600-man unit (yes, we were an all-male unit). Of course something happened...not my Troop but a couple of young kids from another unit were walking our new perimeter at around 3 in the morning, kicked some unexploded ordnance, and blew off some toes. Could have been worse.
Wars make no sense yet we keep having them. Humans are certainly imperfect.
Big ups to all out military. Brutal.
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