some guy tryed to attack me

foodeater · 05-07-2006, 05:47 AM

Too bad they didn’t know I lifted.

My wife and I had a wonderful dinner last night at a nice little Italian restaurant. I had been low-carb dieting lately so this meal really hit the spot. Not to mention, before even going to eat I drank a cell-tech shake. Needless to say I was pumped, pimped, and on the prowl. My necklace lay between my pecs like a river running through mighty mountains. After leaving, we were walking to the cars when out of nowhere these two guys jump out with a knife and say “gimme your money”. It was a dark alley and the visibility was very poor. Since I was wearing a big Hawaiian shirt that covered my build and it was dark, they obviously had no idea I lifted weights. That would be the biggest mistake on their lives!!!!

I look at the guy with the knife, put my hands on my hips, bounced my pecs, and let out a hearty Viking laugh “HA HA HA, AAARRRRRGGGH!!!!” It was at that point he knew he had just made the biggest mistake of his life - he had jumped a man who was “one with the Iron”. I could smell the fresh feces and urine running down his legs as I walked up to him. He just stood there frozen with fear. I stopped about three feet from him and descended into a deep dream state. I pictured myself under a 450lb bench press, getting ready to lift. I could feel my muscles filling with blood. I was ready.

With my eyes still closed, I open-hand jab the guy right in his chest, slicing right though his flesh, grabbing his heart, and ripping it right out of his body. Is it then that I opened my eyes, looked right into his eyes, and took a bite of his still beating heart like I would an apple. I chewed the piece, swallowed, and let out a hearty "AAAAARRRRRRGGGRRH” The motionless man collapsed right there. His friend began screaming but soon passed out from sheer horror.

I dropped the heart, wiped my hand clean on the dead mans shirt, and walked away. As we were getting in our Expedition, the cops showed up with lights and sirens. They were screaming for me to get on the ground. I reached into truck to the floorboard in the back seat and grabbed my weight belt. I then held it high in the air outside the truck and said “I lift”. I could hear one of them say “Don’t shoot, he’s a bodybuilder”, and soon they turned their lights and sirens off.

I asked one of the officers if I could press the swat van for a few reps cause I never really hit failure during the fight. He said sure, so I crawled under the front of the van and knocked out about 15 perfect-form reps. I signed a few autographs and would soon be on my way home with my wife.

Once again, bodybuilding saved my life.

soleus · 05-07-2006, 05:49 AM

Mmmmmm ok

MMA Superstar 2 · 05-07-2006, 05:49 AM

Yeah, oddly enough, the same exact thing happened to me yesterday.

My wife and I had a wonderful dinner last night at a nice little Italian restaurant. I had been low-carb dieting lately so this meal really hit the spot. Not to mention, before even going to eat I drank a cell-tech shake. Needless to say I was pumped, pimped, and on the prowl. My necklace lay between my pecs like a river running through mighty mountains. After leaving, we were walking to the cars when out of nowhere these two guys jump out with a knife and say “gimme your money”. It was a dark alley and the visibility was very poor. Since I was wearing a big Hawaiian shirt that covered my build and it was dark, they obviously had no idea I lifted weights. That would be the biggest mistake on their lives!!!!

I look at the guy with the knife, put my hands on my hips, bounced my pecs, and let out a hearty Viking laugh “HA HA HA, AAARRRRRGGGH!!!!” It was at that point he knew he had just made the biggest mistake of his life - he had jumped a man who was “one with the Iron”. I could smell the fresh feces and urine running down his legs as I walked up to him. He just stood there frozen with fear. I stopped about three feet from him and descended into a deep dream state. I pictured myself under a 450lb bench press, getting ready to lift. I could feel my muscles filling with blood. I was ready.

With my eyes still closed, I open-hand jab the guy right in his chest, slicing right though his flesh, grabbing his heart, and ripping it right out of his body. Is it then that I opened my eyes, looked right into his eyes, and took a bite of his still beating heart like I would an apple. I chewed the piece, swallowed, and let out a hearty "AAAAARRRRRRGGGRRH” The motionless man collapsed right there. His friend began screaming but soon passed out from sheer horror.

I dropped the heart, wiped my hand clean on the dead mans shirt, and walked away. As we were getting in our Expedition, the cops showed up with lights and sirens. They were screaming for me to get on the ground. I reached into truck to the floorboard in the back seat and grabbed my weight belt. I then held it high in the air outside the truck and said “I lift”. I could hear one of them say “Don’t shoot, he’s a bodybuilder”, and soon they turned their lights and sirens off.

I asked one of the officers if I could press the swat van for a few reps cause I never really hit failure during the fight. He said sure, so I crawled under the front of the van and knocked out about 15 perfect-form reps. I signed a few autographs and would soon be on my way home with my wife.

Once again, bodybuilding saved my life.

-RiK- · 05-07-2006, 05:52 AM

get him in the camel clutch.. on a serious note: wtf?

Tim · 05-07-2006, 06:25 AM

lol

mickey mouse · 05-07-2006, 06:36 AM

lmao you only read this **** on bb.com

RiK · 05-07-2006, 06:59 AM

gotta be victorian guy!

ispy · 05-07-2006, 07:24 AM

Yeah, oddly enough, the same exact thing happened to me yesterday.

My wife and I had a wonderful dinner last night at a nice little Italian restaurant. I had been low-carb dieting lately so this meal really hit the spot. Not to mention, before even going to eat I drank a cell-tech shake. Needless to say I was pumped, pimped, and on the prowl. My necklace lay between my pecs like a river running through mighty mountains. After leaving, we were walking to the cars when out of nowhere these two guys jump out with a knife and say “gimme your money”. It was a dark alley and the visibility was very poor. Since I was wearing a big Hawaiian shirt that covered my build and it was dark, they obviously had no idea I lifted weights. That would be the biggest mistake on their lives!!!!

I look at the guy with the knife, put my hands on my hips, bounced my pecs, and let out a hearty Viking laugh “HA HA HA, AAARRRRRGGGH!!!!” It was at that point he knew he had just made the biggest mistake of his life - he had jumped a man who was “one with the Iron”. I could smell the fresh feces and urine running down his legs as I walked up to him. He just stood there frozen with fear. I stopped about three feet from him and descended into a deep dream state. I pictured myself under a 450lb bench press, getting ready to lift. I could feel my muscles filling with blood. I was ready.

With my eyes still closed, I open-hand jab the guy right in his chest, slicing right though his flesh, grabbing his heart, and ripping it right out of his body. Is it then that I opened my eyes, looked right into his eyes, and took a bite of his still beating heart like I would an apple. I chewed the piece, swallowed, and let out a hearty "AAAAARRRRRRGGGRRH” The motionless man collapsed right there. His friend began screaming but soon passed out from sheer horror.

I dropped the heart, wiped my hand clean on the dead mans shirt, and walked away. As we were getting in our Expedition, the cops showed up with lights and sirens. They were screaming for me to get on the ground. I reached into truck to the floorboard in the back seat and grabbed my weight belt. I then held it high in the air outside the truck and said “I lift”. I could hear one of them say “Don’t shoot, he’s a bodybuilder”, and soon they turned their lights and sirens off.

I asked one of the officers if I could press the swat van for a few reps cause I never really hit failure during the fight. He said sure, so I crawled under the front of the van and knocked out about 15 perfect-form reps. I signed a few autographs and would soon be on my way home with my wife.

Once again, bodybuilding saved my life.

Ward17 · 05-07-2006, 07:31 AM

what he said ^

MantisShrimp · 05-07-2006, 07:43 AM

These tales all sound remarkably similar to a little experience I had yesterday. It went a little something like this.

My wife and I had a wonderful dinner last night at a nice little Italian restaurant. I had been low-carb dieting lately so this meal really hit the spot. Not to mention, before even going to eat I drank a cell-tech shake. Needless to say I was pumped, pimped, and on the prowl. My necklace lay between my pecs like a river running through mighty mountains. After leaving, we were walking to the cars when out of nowhere these two guys jump out with a knife and say “gimme your money”. It was a dark alley and the visibility was very poor. Since I was wearing a big Hawaiian shirt that covered my build and it was dark, they obviously had no idea I lifted weights. That would be the biggest mistake on their lives!!!!

I look at the guy with the knife, put my hands on my hips, bounced my pecs, and let out a hearty Viking laugh “HA HA HA, AAARRRRRGGGH!!!!” It was at that point he knew he had just made the biggest mistake of his life - he had jumped a man who was “one with the Iron”. I could smell the fresh feces and urine running down his legs as I walked up to him. He just stood there frozen with fear. I stopped about three feet from him and descended into a deep dream state. I pictured myself under a 450lb bench press, getting ready to lift. I could feel my muscles filling with blood. I was ready.

With my eyes still closed, I open-hand jab the guy right in his chest, slicing right though his flesh, grabbing his heart, and ripping it right out of his body. Is it then that I opened my eyes, looked right into his eyes, and took a bite of his still beating heart like I would an apple. I chewed the piece, swallowed, and let out a hearty "AAAAARRRRRRGGGRRH” The motionless man collapsed right there. His friend began screaming but soon passed out from sheer horror.

I dropped the heart, wiped my hand clean on the dead mans shirt, and walked away. As we were getting in our Expedition, the cops showed up with lights and sirens. They were screaming for me to get on the ground. I reached into truck to the floorboard in the back seat and grabbed my weight belt. I then held it high in the air outside the truck and said “I lift”. I could hear one of them say “Don’t shoot, he’s a bodybuilder”, and soon they turned their lights and sirens off.

I asked one of the officers if I could press the swat van for a few reps cause I never really hit failure during the fight. He said sure, so I crawled under the front of the van and knocked out about 15 perfect-form reps. I signed a few autographs and would soon be on my way home with my wife.

Once again, bodybuilding saved my life.

foodeater · 05-07-2006, 09:12 AM

part 2 of this story will include details of how I pleasured my wife while high on pump tech.

RiK · 05-07-2006, 09:23 AM

The whole quoting thing aint funny, you gimps.

twisted03 · 05-07-2006, 09:32 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by foodeater

It was at that point he knew he had just made the biggest mistake of his life - he had jumped a man who was “one with the Iron”.

I reached into truck to the floorboard in the back seat and grabbed my weight belt. I then held it high in the air outside the truck and said “I lift”. I could hear one of them say “Don’t shoot, he’s a bodybuilder”, and soon they turned their lights and sirens off.

that made mel ol

joeblowgan · 05-07-2006, 09:36 AM

lmao@bonerjams

UnlimitedSteel · 05-07-2006, 09:38 AM

That was a good story bro. Similar thing happened to me, but mine was more intense

My wife and I had a wonderful dinner last night at a nice little Italian restaurant. I had been low-carb dieting lately so this meal really hit the spot. Not to mention, before even going to eat I drank a cell-tech shake. Needless to say I was pumped, pimped, and on the prowl. My necklace lay between my pecs like a river running through mighty mountains. After leaving, we were walking to the cars when out of nowhere these two guys jump out with a knife and say “gimme your money”. It was a dark alley and the visibility was very poor. Since I was wearing a big Hawaiian shirt that covered my build and it was dark, they obviously had no idea I lifted weights. That would be the biggest mistake on their lives!!!!

I look at the guy with the knife, put my hands on my hips, bounced my pecs, and let out a hearty Viking laugh “HA HA HA, AAARRRRRGGGH!!!!” It was at that point he knew he had just made the biggest mistake of his life - he had jumped a man who was “one with the Iron”. I could smell the fresh feces and urine running down his legs as I walked up to him. He just stood there frozen with fear. I stopped about three feet from him and descended into a deep dream state. I pictured myself under a 450lb bench press, getting ready to lift. I could feel my muscles filling with blood. I was ready.

With my eyes still closed, I open-hand jab the guy right in his chest, slicing right though his flesh, grabbing his heart, and ripping it right out of his body. Is it then that I opened my eyes, looked right into his eyes, and took a bite of his still beating heart like I would an apple. I chewed the piece, swallowed, and let out a hearty "AAAAARRRRRRGGGRRH” The motionless man collapsed right there. His friend began screaming but soon passed out from sheer horror.

I dropped the heart, wiped my hand clean on the dead mans shirt, and walked away. As we were getting in our Expedition, the cops showed up with lights and sirens. They were screaming for me to get on the ground. I reached into truck to the floorboard in the back seat and grabbed my weight belt. I then held it high in the air outside the truck and said “I lift”. I could hear one of them say “Don’t shoot, he’s a bodybuilder”, and soon they turned their lights and sirens off.

I asked one of the officers if I could press the swat van for a few reps cause I never really hit failure during the fight. He said sure, so I crawled under the front of the van and knocked out about 15 perfect-form reps. I signed a few autographs and would soon be on my way home with my wife.

Once again, bodybuilding saved my life.

RiK · 05-07-2006, 09:42 AM

^^ not funny

UnlimitedSteel · 05-07-2006, 10:10 AM

^stfu bitch ill PIITB

RiK · 05-07-2006, 10:13 AM

^^ are you gay?

UnlimitedSteel · 05-07-2006, 10:14 AM

^ Who isn't?

Ba-60 · 05-07-2006, 10:16 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by foodeater

Too bad they didn’t know I lifted.

My wife and I had a wonderful dinner last night at a nice little Italian restaurant. I had been low-carb dieting lately so this meal really hit the spot. Not to mention, before even going to eat I drank a cell-tech shake. Needless to say I was pumped, pimped, and on the prowl. My necklace lay between my pecs like a river running through mighty mountains. After leaving, we were walking to the cars when out of nowhere these two guys jump out with a knife and say “gimme your money”. It was a dark alley and the visibility was very poor. Since I was wearing a big Hawaiian shirt that covered my build and it was dark, they obviously had no idea I lifted weights. That would be the biggest mistake on their lives!!!!

I look at the guy with the knife, put my hands on my hips, bounced my pecs, and let out a hearty Viking laugh “HA HA HA, AAARRRRRGGGH!!!!” It was at that point he knew he had just made the biggest mistake of his life - he had jumped a man who was “one with the Iron”. I could smell the fresh feces and urine running down his legs as I walked up to him. He just stood there frozen with fear. I stopped about three feet from him and descended into a deep dream state. I pictured myself under a 450lb bench press, getting ready to lift. I could feel my muscles filling with blood. I was ready.

With my eyes still closed, I open-hand jab the guy right in his chest, slicing right though his flesh, grabbing his heart, and ripping it right out of his body. Is it then that I opened my eyes, looked right into his eyes, and took a bite of his still beating heart like I would an apple. I chewed the piece, swallowed, and let out a hearty "AAAAARRRRRRGGGRRH” The motionless man collapsed right there. His friend began screaming but soon passed out from sheer horror.

I dropped the heart, wiped my hand clean on the dead mans shirt, and walked away. As we were getting in our Expedition, the cops showed up with lights and sirens. They were screaming for me to get on the ground. I reached into truck to the floorboard in the back seat and grabbed my weight belt. I then held it high in the air outside the truck and said “I lift”. I could hear one of them say “Don’t shoot, he’s a bodybuilder”, and soon they turned their lights and sirens off.

I asked one of the officers if I could press the swat van for a few reps cause I never really hit failure during the fight. He said sure, so I crawled under the front of the van and knocked out about 15 perfect-form reps. I signed a few autographs and would soon be on my way home with my wife.

Once again, bodybuilding saved my life.

RiK · 05-07-2006, 10:17 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by UnlimitedSteel

^ Who isn't?

probuck

UnlimitedSteel · 05-07-2006, 10:19 AM

lol that guys a complete homo isn't he

HK

RiK · 05-07-2006, 10:26 AM

lmao yeah

wildphucker · 05-07-2006, 10:32 AM

Geez ,same sorta thing happened to me awhile back:

My wife and I had a wonderful dinner last night at a nice little Greek restaurant. I had been low-carb dieting lately so this meal really hit the spot. Not to mention, before even going to eat I drank a cell-tech shake. Needless to say I was pumped, pimped, and on the prowl. My necklace lay between my pecs like a river running through mighty mountains. After leaving, we were walking to the cars when out of nowhere these two guys jump out with a knife and say “gimme your money”. It was a dark alley and the visibility was very poor. Since I was wearing a big Hawaiian shirt that covered my build and it was dark, they obviously had no idea I lifted weights. That would be the biggest mistake on their lives!!!!

I look at the guy with the knife, put my hands on my hips, bounced my pecs, and let out a hearty Viking laugh “HA HA HA, AAARRRRRGGGH!!!!” It was at that point he knew he had just made the biggest mistake of his life - he had jumped a man who was “one with the Iron”. I could smell the fresh feces and urine running down his legs as I walked up to him. He just stood there frozen with fear. I stopped about three feet from him and descended into a deep dream state. I pictured myself under a 450lb bench press, getting ready to lift. I could feel my muscles filling with blood. I was ready.

With my eyes still closed, I open-hand jab the guy right in his chest, slicing right though his flesh, grabbing his heart, and ripping it right out of his body. Is it then that I opened my eyes, looked right into his eyes, and took a bite of his still beating heart like I would an apple. I chewed the piece, swallowed, and let out a hearty "AAAAARRRRRRGGGRRH” The motionless man collapsed right there. His friend began screaming but soon passed out from sheer horror.

I dropped the heart, wiped my hand clean on the dead mans shirt, and walked away. As we were getting in our Expedition, the cops showed up with lights and sirens. They were screaming for me to get on the ground. I reached into truck to the floorboard in the back seat and grabbed my weight belt. I then held it high in the air outside the truck and said “I lift”. I could hear one of them say “Don’t shoot, he’s a bodybuilder”, and soon they turned their lights and sirens off.

I asked one of the officers if I could press the swat van for a few reps cause I never really hit failure during the fight. He said sure, so I crawled under the front of the van and knocked out about 15 perfect-form reps. I signed a few autographs and would soon be on my way home with my wife.

Once again, bodybuilding saved my life.

I went to a Greek restaurant though

ukstrongman · 05-07-2006, 10:35 AM

This happened to me last Friday, something strange is going on!

My wife and I had a wonderful dinner last night at a nice little Greek restaurant. I had been low-carb dieting lately so this meal really hit the spot. Not to mention, before even going to eat I drank a cell-tech shake. Needless to say I was pumped, pimped, and on the prowl. My necklace lay between my pecs like a river running through mighty mountains. After leaving, we were walking to the cars when out of nowhere these two guys jump out with a knife and say “gimme your money”. It was a dark alley and the visibility was very poor. Since I was wearing a big Hawaiian shirt that covered my build and it was dark, they obviously had no idea I lifted weights. That would be the biggest mistake on their lives!!!!

I look at the guy with the knife, put my hands on my hips, bounced my pecs, and let out a hearty Viking laugh “HA HA HA, AAARRRRRGGGH!!!!” It was at that point he knew he had just made the biggest mistake of his life - he had jumped a man who was “one with the Iron”. I could smell the fresh feces and urine running down his legs as I walked up to him. He just stood there frozen with fear. I stopped about three feet from him and descended into a deep dream state. I pictured myself under a 900lb bench press, getting ready to lift. I could feel my muscles filling with blood. I was ready.

With my eyes still closed, I open-hand jab the guy right in his chest, slicing right though his flesh, grabbing his heart, and ripping it right out of his body. Is it then that I opened my eyes, looked right into his eyes, and took a bite of his still beating heart like I would an apple. I chewed the piece, swallowed, and let out a hearty "AAAAARRRRRRGGGRRH” The motionless man collapsed right there. His friend began screaming but soon passed out from sheer horror.

I dropped the heart, wiped my hand clean on the dead mans shirt, and walked away. As we were getting in our Expedition, the cops showed up with lights and sirens. They were screaming for me to get on the ground. I reached into truck to the floorboard in the back seat and grabbed my weight belt. I then held it high in the air outside the truck and said “I lift”. I could hear one of them say “Don’t shoot, he’s a bodybuilder”, and soon they turned their lights and sirens off.

I asked one of the officers if I could press the swat van for a few reps cause I never really hit failure during the fight. He said sure, so I crawled under the front of the van and knocked out about 15 perfect-form reps. I signed a few autographs and would soon be on my way home with my wife.

Once again, bodybuilding saved my life.

LECTER · 05-07-2006, 10:38 AM

bigfor15 · 05-07-2006, 10:39 AM

That reminds me of an experience I had in my early youth......

My wife and I had a wonderful dinner last night at a nice little Greek restaurant. I had been low-carb dieting lately so this meal really hit the spot. Not to mention, before even going to eat I drank a cell-tech shake. Needless to say I was pumped, pimped, and on the prowl. My necklace lay between my pecs like a river running through mighty mountains. After leaving, we were walking to the cars when out of nowhere these two guys jump out with a knife and say “gimme your money”. It was a dark alley and the visibility was very poor. Since I was wearing a big Hawaiian shirt that covered my build and it was dark, they obviously had no idea I lifted weights. That would be the biggest mistake on their lives!!!!

I look at the guy with the knife, put my hands on my hips, bounced my pecs, and let out a hearty Viking laugh “HA HA HA, AAARRRRRGGGH!!!!” It was at that point he knew he had just made the biggest mistake of his life - he had jumped a man who was “one with the Iron”. I could smell the fresh feces and urine running down his legs as I walked up to him. He just stood there frozen with fear. I stopped about three feet from him and descended into a deep dream state. I pictured myself under a 900lb bench press, getting ready to lift. I could feel my muscles filling with blood. I was ready.

With my eyes still closed, I open-hand jab the guy right in his chest, slicing right though his flesh, grabbing his heart, and ripping it right out of his body. Is it then that I opened my eyes, looked right into his eyes, and took a bite of his still beating heart like I would an apple. I chewed the piece, swallowed, and let out a hearty "AAAAARRRRRRGGGRRH” The motionless man collapsed right there. His friend began screaming but soon passed out from sheer horror.

I dropped the heart, wiped my hand clean on the dead mans shirt, and walked away. As we were getting in our Expedition, the cops showed up with lights and sirens. They were screaming for me to get on the ground. I reached into truck to the floorboard in the back seat and grabbed my weight belt. I then held it high in the air outside the truck and said “I lift”. I could hear one of them say “Don’t shoot, he’s a bodybuilder”, and soon they turned their lights and sirens off.

I asked one of the officers if I could press the swat van for a few reps cause I never really hit failure during the fight. He said sure, so I crawled under the front of the van and knocked out about 15 perfect-form reps. I signed a few autographs and would soon be on my way home with my wife.

Once again, bodybuilding saved my life.

t-mic · 05-07-2006, 10:41 AM

Wow cool story bro. It reminds me of this one time a while back, well...

My wife and I had a wonderful dinner last night at a nice little Greek restaurant. I had been low-carb dieting lately so this meal really hit the spot. Not to mention, before even going to eat I drank a cell-tech shake. Needless to say I was pumped, pimped, and on the prowl. My necklace lay between my pecs like a river running through mighty mountains. After leaving, we were walking to the cars when out of nowhere these two guys jump out with a knife and say “gimme your money”. It was a dark alley and the visibility was very poor. Since I was wearing a big Hawaiian shirt that covered my build and it was dark, they obviously had no idea I lifted weights. That would be the biggest mistake on their lives!!!!

I look at the guy with the knife, put my hands on my hips, bounced my pecs, and let out a hearty Viking laugh “HA HA HA, AAARRRRRGGGH!!!!” It was at that point he knew he had just made the biggest mistake of his life - he had jumped a man who was “one with the Iron”. I could smell the fresh feces and urine running down his legs as I walked up to him. He just stood there frozen with fear. I stopped about three feet from him and descended into a deep dream state. I pictured myself under a 900lb bench press, getting ready to lift. I could feel my muscles filling with blood. I was ready.

With my eyes still closed, I open-hand jab the guy right in his chest, slicing right though his flesh, grabbing his heart, and ripping it right out of his body. Is it then that I opened my eyes, looked right into his eyes, and took a bite of his still beating heart like I would an apple. I chewed the piece, swallowed, and let out a hearty "AAAAARRRRRRGGGRRH” The motionless man collapsed right there. His friend began screaming but soon passed out from sheer horror.

I dropped the heart, wiped my hand clean on the dead mans shirt, and walked away. As we were getting in our Expedition, the cops showed up with lights and sirens. They were screaming for me to get on the ground. I reached into truck to the floorboard in the back seat and grabbed my weight belt. I then held it high in the air outside the truck and said “I lift”. I could hear one of them say “Don’t shoot, he’s a bodybuilder”, and soon they turned their lights and sirens off.

I asked one of the officers if I could press the swat van for a few reps cause I never really hit failure during the fight. He said sure, so I crawled under the front of the van and knocked out about 15 perfect-form reps. I signed a few autographs and would soon be on my way home with my wife.

Once again, bodybuilding saved my life.

wildphucker · 05-07-2006, 10:46 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by RiK

lmao yeah

dont abuse the rep system by negging unnecessarily bitch

foodeater · 05-07-2006, 11:47 AM

bump