Penguin4x4

fuck rakes and for that matter fuck landscaping in general

To see this in person rather than pictures is truely awesome. What is even better is to see them in drydock. take a trip down to Miami one day and you might be able to catch a glimpse of it

but really who doesn't love 130,000 HP?

looks like there's an article on Wikipedia about it already: Tonnage: 225,282 GT Displacement: appx. 100,000 tons Length: 360 m (1,181 ft) overall Beam: 47 m (154 ft) waterline 60.5 m (198 ft) extreme Height: 72 m (236 ft) above water line Draught: 9.3 m (31 ft) Depth: 22.55 m (74 ft) Decks: 16 passenger decks Installed power: 3 × Wärtsilä 12V engines (13,860 kW/18,590 hp each) 3 × Wärtsilä 16V engines (18,480 kW/24,780 hp each) Propulsion: 3 × 20 MW ABB Azipod, all azimuthing Speed: 22.6 knots (41.9 km/h; 26.0 mph) Capacity: 5,400 passengers double occupancy; about 6,296 including third and fourth passengers Crew: 2,165

that Andy Petite spin move at the bottom of the 1st was LOLtastic

Was the play right before the fumble recovery to touchdown, I think...

that #10 getting whacked out of his cleats was classic

Seriously folks, KEEP YOUR HEAD UP! OW OW OW OW

Pizza sounds really good right now

Good ole No Child Left Behind...

cookie cutter floor planning

http://jalopnik.com/5393718/700-hp-saab-99-is-the-best-sleeper-ever crazy swedes...

Only a nation of unenlightened half-wits could have taken this beautiful place and turned it into what it is today — a shopping mall.

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Some people don't want you to say this, some people don't want you to say that. Some people think if you say some things they might happen. Some people are real fuckin' stupid. You ever notice that, how many stupid people you run into? Goddamn there's some stupid bastards out there. Carry a pad and pencil with you, you'll come up with twenty names by the end of the day. Think about this; think about how stupid the average person is, and then realize that half of 'em are stupider than that.

Zombieland is an awesome flick. Not good; AWESOME! Especially the jab at Garland at the beginning...fuck Garland...

The governator? The '03-04 Cobras are called Terminators. That was their prototype designation from Ford prior to production. You need to get a new GT500 and swap in an IRS. I like Tirefyr's idea better

yeah sounds like teething; always fun

and my sister with a BS in Nursing and RN certification will tell you the same

And it does nothing. It's better just to give them fluids and control the fever with children's Tylenol. Took Gavin a week to get over that shit. He still has the sniffles and is slightly warm, but his molars are also coming through. QFT