Albert Flasher

[COLOR=Sienna]Sounds... cool. 1: Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers - Into the Great Wide Open 2: The Beatles - Mean Mr. Mustard 3: Rush - Twilight Zone 4: The Tragically Hip - Flamenco 5: The Beatles - I'm Only Sleeping 6: Rush - Cygnus X-1 Book II: The Journey 7: George Thorogood and the Delaware Destroyers - Night Time (Live) 8: CCR - Born on the Bayou 9: Janis Joplin - Me and Bobby McGee 10: Lynyrd Skynyrd - Tuesday's Gone 11: Jethro Tull - Too Old to Rock n' Roll, Too Young to Die 12: Trooper - Round Round We Go 13: The Police - Roxanne 14: The Tragically Hip - Save the Planet 15: Sandbox - Curious Those were the first 15. I think they pretty accuratly reflect my tastes in music. I'm a big fan of classic rock and progressive rock. Oh, and the only reason I have Sandbox on my computer is that the guitarist for them is Bubbles from Trailer Park Boys, and I love that guy so I had to pick up some of his tunes. He's pretty good on the guitar, too. [/COLOR]

[QUOTE=Delta][COLOR=#656446]Well, a lot of places in this world have really inefficient dog pound, ah, systems and Shanghai's one of them. Instead of allocating funds for local dog pounds, they've probably decided that slaughter is a more cost-effective solution to the problem. And let's face it, it [i]really[/i] is. After all, a well-placed strike on the head costs dollars less than an anti-rabies shot. However cruel it may sound and despite the ire I might educe from the most of you, I strongly concur with the Chinese government's decision. Protection of the citizens was, is, and will always be foremost among the many priorities of governments and as essentialist as it may seem, so is choosing the method where the administration can shell out less.[/COLOR][/QUOTE] [COLOR=Sienna] Mmhmm, I agree. Frankly, this is a big step forward for the Chinese: their old strategy would have been to kill everyone who owns a dog to prevent them from getting rabies, just because they want to use every excuse they have to cull the population.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna]China is a 1st world economy, but the people are 3rd world. They don't have access to vaccinations like we do. They have over a billion people, which means they're going to have a lot of pets, and since they don't have access to vaccinations like we do, it's simple easier, not to mention significantly cheaper, to just kill the dogs. That's the bottom line here: less money = good, and it's the same everywhere you go. You can't get away with that **** in the West because of the freedom of the press, but if they could, they damn-well would if it would save them money. I feel bad for the dogs, I really do, but it's the logical course of action.[/COLOR]

[QUOTE=nezzyjean] Yes metabolism can be a big factor in weight. It determines how fast your body burns off the energy it consumes. My dad and my sister both have high metabolisms like you and can eat whatever they want whenever they want without a flucuation in weight. & I hope you're parents will get over their suspicions of you having anorexia..that must majorly suck.[/QUOTE] [COLOR=Sienna] Yea, I have a friend with a rediculous metabolism. The guy sits in his basement playing WoW until 3 O'clock, smokes dope in his room for an hour, and than goes to sleep for 4 hours. That is his schedual every single day, and he eats things all the time while he does it. And he weighs in at 105 pounds. He's not just skinny, he's [i]scrawny[/i]. It's actually kinda freaky, he does look annorexic but as far as I know he's not. And the strange thing is he's really strong and in shape despite the fact he's a total veg. Some people are just like that, I guess. Or maybe it's the dope... BTW, I don't like diets at all. Blech. I hate how diet companies take advantage of people's self-image. They flash a bunch of pictures of in-shape women and make people feel bad about their own image, so then the person goes and starves herself to reach some unattainable goal. 150 pounds is not overweight. 160 pounds is not overweight. They create a problem that's not there and take advantage of it. I refuse to be part of that.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna]I... will not... be.... DEFEATED! *Roars and pounds chest* Austin Powers... Pamela... Anderson... A peanute butter sandwhich being put through an... ocelating fan... Pamela Anderson... Ben Affleck... The Game AW DAMMIT! I LOOOOOOOOSTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!! *No's!!!!!!*[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna]Voiceover 1 *deep voice*: Bud- Voiceover 2 *deep voice*:Wise- Voiceover 3 *high voice*: SQUIRRELY WRATH![/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna]I'm pushing 300 and [i]****ing proud of it[/i]. Once upon a time I was a self-concious person who was always being rideculed as the fat kid and always picked on, and I felt bad. But I got over it. I learned that if people are going to go to great lengths to make fun of what they percieve to be your faults, than they are just trying to draw attention away from their glaring problems. I also began to view things from another perspective. Because that's really the key in this situation: perspective. Just because someone else views your weight as a defect, doesn't mean you do. And I don't. In fact, I would never go on a diet just to lose weight. Besides, being 'in shape' isn't always the same as being pure muscle. You know who the true strong men are? The men who wins Olympic golds? They're big, heavy-set farm boys who get up every morning, eat a side of bacon, and lift weights for most of the day, not those creepy-lookin' Mr. Atlas winners like Swartchenegger. You don't have to starve yourself to get in shape; in fact, that is coutner productive, since your body needs charbohydrates and protein to convert into energy. So really, what I'm saying is... don't let it bother you. I had a cousin who was a little chubby (Nothing, like 215 max) and his uncle always picked on him, called him 'Piggy' etc. He stopped eating completely and jogged 8 hours a day. Literally. Know what happened to him? Hospitalized. He had the slowest heart rate ever recorded in Quebec. He nearly [I]died[/I] because he let his weight get to him, because he let other people get to him. [I]****[/I] other people, and their opinions, if you like to eat than don't let them tell you you can't. At least, that's my perspective. [B]FAT POWERS ACTIVATE![/B][/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna]My full name is James-Alexander Kilpatrick Baillie. James is Latin, and one of the meanings is "Usurper." Alexander is Greek, and it means "Protector of Mankind." Kilpatrick is Irish and from what I've been told it means "Patrick's Wood." Which I find funny. Baillie I'm not so sure of. I assume my ancestors were bailers and they were given the name Baillie. So let's re-cap: I'm a usurper who protects mankind, lives in Patrick's Wood, and bails hay for a living. Funtastic.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna]My latest favourite band has got to be [B]George Thorogood and the Delaware Destroyers[/B] (GT&D for short). They're a great bluesy-rock band that has produced some of my favourite rock anthems, including the seminal "Get a Hair Cut (And Get a Real Job)," the classic "One Bourbon, One Scotch, and One Beer," and the infamous "Bad to the Bone." (Although to tell you the truth I'm not really a big fan of BttB) They're also an awesome live act. I saw them at Bourbon Street North just a while ago, and it was wicked. They also had the incredible "50 States in 50 Nights" tour, in which they played more than 75 shows in 50 states in the course of 50 days. That's incredible, and a feat no one has been able to match. He also preformed my favourite version of "Johnny B. Goode" in St. Louis. None of the songs will ever be confused with an epic or a deep retrospective ballad, but they're just so incredibly fun to listen too I don't really care. Just awesome, plain awesome.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna]The Adauntus was a bustling hive of activity, swarming with people doing their jobs to prepare her for her maiden voyage. Marines took orders from their officers, the Captain barked orders to his crewmembers, and countless other drones scurried around the ship, dutifuly preforming whatever trask their's might be. As busy as it was for them, it was worse for the mechanics and engineers in the ships bowels, who had been toiling away for days in preperation for this moment. And of them, Roger Frampton was busiest of all. He'd been working for 3 days without rest, tirelessly checking and re-checking the thrusters that would power her from the grip of the planet's gravity, to the stars, and beyond. The only thing keeping him running was a cocktail of stimsim, caffeine, and various other chemicals he'd convinced his doctor to give him. [B] "Roger, give it a rest, man." [/B]Elliot Pollock said from behind Roger. He turned from the open pannel he was tinkering in, and dropped his hydrospanner on the portable work table he'd set up beside him. [B]"You're no good to anyone this dead."[/B] Roger looked at the head mechanic - a short, rotund man who commanded more respect than his stature would indicate - and sighed, realising the wisdom in his words. [B]"Yea, you're right El... I just want to finish up one last thing... Gotta make sure this hyperconducter doesn't come loose..."[/B] He trailed off, loosing track of his thoughts amongst the chemicals. [B] "Look, man, you've checked that hyperconducter 5 times already. She ain't going anywhere. But if it'll make you feel better I'll do one last check. You should go topside, get some air, than get some sleep. We can handle this."[/B] Elliot said, grinning and slapping Roger on the arm. [B]"Get goin!"[/B] Roger didn't protest. He stumbled through the throng of engineers - most of which he didn't recognize - and strewn equipment, making his way to one of the elevators. The smooth silver box was already on his floor, so he just stepped inside and pressed a botton. The elevator smoothly rose to the desired floor and Roger stumbled out half asleep into another throng of bustling people he didn't recognize. He pushed his way through them, trying to make his way to one of the outter decks. The wind was just the refresher he needed. It always had that effect on him, it woke him right up. He took in a deep breath and let it go slowly, enjoying the night air. There weren't many people out here tonight, he noticed, just a thin guy with a laptop talking with what Roger assumed was a nurse. He didn't recognize either, but decided to talk to them anyways. [B] "Hey you guys!"[/B] He yelled over the winds. [B]"Good day for a launch, isn't it?"[/B[/COLOR]]

[COLOR=Sienna]"The truest slaves are those who do not see their shackles." Doubtless it's been said before by many people, but in this instance I came up with it. It reflects my opinion that we're all being fooled into thinking we have freedoms and that the Suits pretty much control everything. "When fantasy and reality clash, it is rarley reality that backs down." That's fariy self-explanitory.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna]Ooo... fut-ur-istic. [B] Name:[/B] Roger Frampton [B] Age:[/B] 26 [B] Gender:[/B] Male [B] Weapon of Choice:[/B] While not much of a fighter, Roger is trained to use a standard-issue P-122 Gauss Rifle, a highly advanced piece of millitary tech that uses a series of mag-rails to fire a large metal spike at intense velocity. [B] Specialty:[/B] Engineer [B] Bio:[/B] Roger always had a thing for machines. His dad was a mechanic and engineer, and had taken Roger under his wing early. So Roger persued his lifes dream, and went to one of Earth's most prestigous engineering schools. However, after only one semester, the money dried up, and Roger, despite his flying grades, was kicked out. Not deterred, he persued his dream in a much more affordable way. He joined a Millitary academy. While he was never an exceptional soldier, he excelled in engineering and mechanics. So impressed were the Officers, they assigned him to assist with the designing of the Adauntus' engines. When the craft was finally completed, Roger was assigned to be one of the ships mechanics, since he was as familiar with her engines as anybody. [B]Appearance: [/B] [URL=http://hyung-taekim.org/displayimage.php?album=11&pos=12]Roger (Without the sword-thingies)[/URL] Ok... hope there are no problems.[/COLOR]

[quote name='Doublehex]Personally, I think its a good thing. I think the [I]real[/I'] reason that they are blocking the social sites is because most kids are wasting their time goofing around in the school's computer labs instead of doing their work! Now, I love the internet as much as the next guy, but you don't socialize in class when doing a test, do you? No, you work on the test. I think the same philosphy should apply to the computer labs. I won't tell you how many times some of my computer lab neighbors would go on mySpace or whatever community site out there instead of doing research.[/quote] [COLOR=Sienna] If they go on MySpace when they should be studying and fail as a result, that's their own damn fault. What about people who finish everything and than sit around for an hour because they have nothing to do? Why should a bunch of procrastinators ruin it for the people who actually earn some leisure time during school? The whole problem would be avoided if teachers just did their damn jobs anyways.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna]Wow... what the hell? What the hell is the point of having the internet if you can't interact with people? This is an example of the stupid hurting the majority. If you're stupid enough to fall victim to an online child predator, well, ****, that's your fault, not MySpace's. And you made a good point... this won't do ****. If someone can't get on at school they just go on at home... what the hell is banning it at school supposed to do but infringe on Internet Rights? It's really funny how disconnected the Politicians are from the real world. I bet you'll see a report in the next couple days about how Steven Harper agrees with his buddy Bush and the bill passes in Canada too...[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna]Must... resist... urge... to do... Mr. Roboto... *urgh* [I] Renegade - Styx[/I] [URL=http://www.lyricsdepot.com/styx/renegade.html]Lyrics[/URL] The jig is up. There'll be no more running for this renegade. They finally caught me. "You can search from Bristol to Calais, and you won't find hide nor hair of me!" I used to brag. Heh. To think, me, the man who had half the police force looking for months, braught down for a bounty. I saw their posters. "Get em' dead or alive," they said. I thought they couldn't touch me. That all the bounty hunters in the country couldn't track me down and bring me in. How wrong I was. No more escaping, no more running, this time the lawman'll see me dead for sure. As I sit here in my cold cell, so far from home, I have but one regret; moma, I'm sorry. I can hear you crying, so scared and all alone, but don't fear. Carry on as if nothing really matters. You must be strong, even if I can't be there to protect you. The hangman is coming down from the gallows now. I can hear his heavy footfalls as he approaches my cell. He's dragging me too my feet and carrying me out into the harsh light - light I havn't seen in days - and the harsh crowd, chanting with anticipation. The renegade who had it made, retrieved for a bounty. Never more to go astray, this'll be the end to today, of the wanted man. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna]A pizza would be nice. Maybe a 2lietre bottle of Ginger Beer to go with it. And I'd like a beaver tail but those are too hard to make... Wait, wait, I got it! I'd like a new computer! And HIGH SPEED INTERNET! I'm SICK and TIERD of being the laughing stock of Coutner-Strike and the Internet in general. I want a video card with a frickin FAN on it! I'd like a motherboard that's not 4 years old! One that can hold 4 sticks of ram! I'd like processor that can actually process! And I want high speed DAMMIT! It doesn't even have to be GOOD high speed, it has to be better than 56k! Do you know how hard it is to play CS with a 350 ping?! And when somebody posts a link to YouTube, I'd like to be able to go "Yes! That picture of a large black man taking a massive dump is VERY funny!" just like everyone else! It ain't easy...[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna]Even with company, the still, quietness of the world was terribly unsettling. [I]What happened to all the people? Why the three of us...? Surely there must be more...[/I] Bear asked himself silently as the trio plodded down the barren streets, eyes darting to-and-fro in hopes of seeing someone. [B]"What the hell is that?"[/B] It was Locke. Bear followed his gaze, and saw a very peculier, golden-haired woman off in the distance. Also of interest were her glowing white wings and shining, golden sword. [B]"It looks like... a person! With wings."[/B] Flare said enthusiastically, squinting to make out the small figure. [B]"People don't have wings, stupid!"[/B] Locke said. He paused for a second, looking at her and than back at Bear, [B]"Oh... yea... right."[/B] [B]"It looks like... Reis."[/B] Bear said. The figure was getting closer, and the group could hear her saying something and waving.[B] "Hey! Hey! Do any of you guys know what's going on?"[/B] Her voice was rather shrill and high, but it was definatly recognisable as Reis'. The group ran to meet her, and they quickly introduced each other under their new names. Than, she started asking questions. [B] "What's going on here?" [/B] [B] "We don't know."[/B] Locke replied [B] "Why do we look like this?"[/B] [B] "We don't know." [/B]Bear replied. [B] "What do we do now?" [/B] [B] "Well, the plan was to wander around until we found out the answer to the questions you asked. And, since the 4 of us are here, it stands to reason that Mitsuki and Brian will be here somewhere aswell..." [/B]Flare said uncertainly but enthusiastically. On that note, the group set off again to wander the abandoned streets in search of answers or other people.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna]Sergei's first clue that something wasn't right came when he found he couldn't fit through his bedroom door. His second came when he looked in the mirror. The small-for-his-age, timid teenager was gone, replaced by a hulking mass of muscle and power in tattered pants. He was getting scared. He called for his parents, and found that his voice was much deeper and louder than before. When he yelled, the very room vibrated, and the sound of something fragile breaking in another room rang out, but no one came. Regaining his composure, he looked around his room to see if there was something unusual. And there was something unusual. In the corner of his room, a large, barrel-shaped object vibrating silently, pulsating slightly. He approached the thing caustiously, and something told him that it was his - a weapon. He reached out and grabbed it by the two oversized metal handles, hefting the massive totem with ease. He tried to duck and go sideways, but he simply couldn't get through the door. He was left with only one option - break it down. The drywall and plaster put up little resistance as Sergei tore through it with his new-found weapon, making a hole large enough for him to fit through. There, he searched the rest of the house - and it was a small house, so it didn't take long - and found it empty. Everything else was more or less intact, though, with the exception of a coffe pot that had rattled off the counter when he'd shouted. More perplexed than terrified, Sergei peered out one of the front windows, and found a quite similar scene outside - cars lined the streets, and nothing seemed out of order, just... empty. He only had one option, now. He didn't know many people besides his parents and neighbours, the only other people were his 5 friends. He knew where they lived, and all he could do was hope they were still there. He crushed his way through the front door, and walked off into the desolate, empty city streets in search of any sign of life. [I]I am Sergei no longer... Now, now... I am a Bear.[/I] OOC: Sorry it took so long to post... my computer kept crashing and disconnecting and whatnot. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna]Hunger. I guess that is directly connected to happiness, but for now let's go with hunger. I have an insatiable apitite and I'm almost always thinking of food. I could eat and eat and eat and be happy forever - with a little drinking thrown in to balance it out, I suppose - because that's my strongest and probably only emotion. WOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! LET"S GO GET SOME BEER AND PIZZA![/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna]A year ago I was incredible self-concious, depressed about my weight and declining health, and wearing sweat pants. Now my personality is completely different - my weight has become a point of pride and I look at the world from a much different point of view, a different perspective from what I used to see. I now love being fat and people are all like "Hey, that's pretty cool, he doesn't give a **** what people think of him! Right on!" which is cool. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna]I'm going to avoid the obvious picks from Tenacious D and Wierd Al and guys like that, and go for the very talented Canadian trio Arrogant Worms. Not only are they funny, they're awesome musicians. [B]The Last Saskatchewan Pirate[/B] - Incredibly funny song that you probably need to be Canadian to understand. *ahem* [I] Well I used to be a farmer and I made a living fine, I had a little stretch of land along the CP line, But times went by and though I tried the money wasn't there, And bankers came and took my land and told me "Fair is Fair". I looked for every kind of job the answer always "No", "Hire you now" they'd always laugh, "We just let Twenty go!" (Haha) The government, they promised me a measley little sum, But I've got too much pride to end up just another bum! Then I thought who gives a damn if all the jobs are gone, I'm gonna be a pirate, on the river Saskatchewan! Chorus: And it's a Heave (HO) High (HO) Comin' down the plains, Stealin' Wheat and Bareley and all the other grains, And it's a Ho (HEY!) High (HEY!) Farmers bar yer doors, When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores. Well you think the local farmers would know that I'm at large, But just the other day I found an unprotected barge, I snuck up right behind them and they were none the wiser, I rammed the ship and sank it and I stole the Fertilizer A Bridge outside of Moosejaw spans a mighty river, Farmers cross in so much fear their stomach's are a quiver, 'Cause they know that Tractor Jack's a-hiding in the bay, I'll jump the bridge and knock em cold and sail off with their Hay! Chorus Well Mountie Bob he chased me he was always at my throat, He followed on the shorelines 'cause he didn't own a boat, But cut-backs were a comin' and the Mountie lost his job, So now he's sailin' with me and we call him Salty Bob! A Swingin' Sword and Skull and Bones are pleasant company, I never pay my Income Tax and screw the GST (SCREW IT!) Prince Albert down to Saskatoon the Terror of the Sea, If you wanna reach the Co-op boy you gotta get by me! Chorus Well pirate life's appealing but you don't just find it here, I've heard that in Alberta there's a band of Buckaneers, They rome the althabaska from Smith to North McKay, And you're gonna lose your Stetson if you have to pass their way. Well Winter is a comin' and a chill is in the breeze, My pirate days are over once the river starts to freeze, But I'll be back in Spring time but now I have to go, I hear there's lots of plunderin' down in New Mexico. And it's a Heave (HO!) Hi (HO!) Comin' down the plains, Stealin' Wheat and Barley and all the other grains, And it's it's a Ho (HEY!) Hi (HEY!) Farmers bar yer doors, When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores. (Repeat) When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores A-har![/I] [B]We Are the Beaver[/B] - An awesome anthem that includes my favourite line ever: "All them predators, just take from the land - but the Beaver always gives a dam." [I] The US is the eagle, Russia is the bear, Australia is the kangaroo, cause they're kind of weird down there. Yeah, India is the tiger, that stands so proud and tall, But Canada is the greatest of them all. We are the beaver, we're furry and we're free Yeah, we are the beaver, we got two big front teeth Yeah, we are the beaver, we can chew right through small trees We are the beaver, we are the beaver, we are the beaver. You might think a rodent is a pretty lame choice For a national animal, but don't you listen to that voice. No, cause all them birds and preditors, just take from the land But the beaver, always gives a dam. We are the beaver, we got cute little webbed feet Yeah, we are the beaver, it's bark we like to eat Yeah, we are the beaver, a nickel we complete. Yeah, we are the beaver, we are the beaver, we are the beaver. The eagle flies the sky above and swoops down on its prey The big bear will maul anyone who dares gets in its way The tiger is the greatest of the hunters today. But the beaver it can build dams. Yeah, The beaver it can build dams, dams, dams. We are the beaver, we slap our tails when danger's nearby We are the beaver, we got waterproof hides Yeah, we are the beaver, we got big bums and beady eyes. We are the beaver, we are the beaver, we are the beaver. We are the beaver, our name is often used as a double entedre We are the beaver, cause in Canada, both French and English belong Yeah, we are the beaver, and the subject of this song is We are the beaver, we are the beaver, we are the beaver. I can't hear you. We are the beaver, we are the beaver, we are the beaver Are you getting the point? We are the beaver, we are the beaver. We are the beaver[/I] [B] Carrot Juice is Murder[/B] - This song is just plain classic. Makes fun of all those PETA animal rights nuts.[I] Listen up brothers and sisters, come hear my desperate tale I speak of our friends of nature, trapped in the dirt like a jail Vegtables live in oppression, served on our tables each night This killing of veggies is madness, I say we take up the fight Salads are only for murderers, cole slaw's a fascist regime Don't think that they don't have feelings, just cause a radish can't scream Chorus: I've heard the screams of the vegetables(Scream... scream... scream) Watching their skins being peeled (Having their insides revealed) Grated and steamed with no mercy..(Burning off calories) How do you think that feels? (That it hurts really bad) Carrot juice constitutes murder..(And that's a real crime) greenhouses prisons for slaves (Let my vegetables go!) It's time to stop all this gardening..(It's dirty as hell) Let's call a spade a spade. (is a spade is a spade is a) I saw a man eating celery, so I beat him black and blue If he ever touches a sprout again, I'll bite him clean in two I'm a political prisoner, trapped in a windowless cage 'Cause I stopped the slaughter of turnips, by killing five men in a rage I told the judge when he sentenced me, "This is my finest hour! I'd kill those farmers again, just to save one more cauliflower!" CHORUS How low as people do we dare to stoop? Making young broccolis bleed in the soup Untie your beans! Uncage your tomatoes! Let potted plants free! Don't mash that potato!! Whoa!... Whoa!... Whoa!... I've heard the screams of the vegetables(Scream... scream... scream) Watching their skins being peeled (Into the stirfryer sealed) Grated and steamed with no mercy..(You fat gormet slob) How do you think that feels? (Leave them out in the field) Carrot juice constitutes murder..(V-8's genocide) greenhouses prisons for slaves (yes, your composts are graves) It's time to stop all this gardening..(Take Up macrame) Let's call a spade a spade. (is a spade is a spade is a)[/I][/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna][B][url]http://www.tmz.com/2006/0...c-tirade-alleged-cover-up[/url] TMZ has learned that Mel Gibson went on a rampage when he was arrested Friday on suspicion of drunk driving, hurling religious epithets. TMZ has also learned that the Los Angeles County Sheriff's department had the initial report doctored to keep the real story under wraps. TMZ has four pages of the original report prepared by the arresting officer in the case, L.A. County Sheriff's Deputy James Mee. According to the report, Gibson became agitated after he was stopped on Pacific Coast Highway and told he was to be detained for drunk driving Friday morning in Malibu. The actor began swearing uncontrollably. Gibson repeatedly said, "My life is ******." Law enforcement sources say the deputy, worried that Gibson might become violent, told the actor that he was supposed to cuff him but would not, as long as Gibson cooperated. As the two stood next to the hood of the patrol car, the deputy asked Gibson to get inside. Deputy Mee then walked over to the passenger door and opened it. The report says Gibson then said, "I'm not going to get in your car," and bolted to his car. The deputy quickly subdued Gibson, cuffed him and put him inside the patrol car. TMZ has learned that Deputy Mee audiotaped the entire exchange between himself and Gibson, from the time of the traffic stop to the time Gibson was put in the patrol car, and that the tape fully corroborates the written report. Once inside the car, a source directly connected with the case says Gibson began banging himself against the seat. The report says Gibson told the deputy, "You mother ******. I'm going to **** you." The report also says "Gibson almost continually [sic] threatened me saying he 'owns Malibu' and will spend all of his money to 'get even' with me." The report says Gibson then launched into a barrage of anti-Semitic statements: "******* Jews... The Jews are responsible for all the wars in the world." Gibson then asked the deputy, "Are you a Jew?" The deputy became alarmed as Gibson's tirade escalated, and called ahead for a sergeant to meet them when they arrived at the station. When they arrived, a sergeant began videotaping Gibson, who noticed the camera and then said, "What the **** do you think you're doing?" A law enforcement source says Gibson then noticed another female sergeant and yelled, "What do you think you're looking at, sugar tits?" We're told Gibson took two blood alcohol tests, which were videotaped, and continued saying how "******" he was and how he was going to "****" Deputy Mee. Gibson was put in a cell with handcuffs on. He said he needed to urinate, and after a few minutes tried manipulating his hands to unzip his pants. Sources say Deputy Mee thought Gibson was going to urinate on the floor of the booking cell and asked someone to take Gibson to the bathroom. After leaving the bathroom, Gibson then demanded to make a phone call. He was taken to a pay phone and, when he didn't get a dial tone, we're told Gibson threw the receiver against the phone. Deputy Mee then warned Gibson that if he damaged the phone he could be charged with felony vandalism. We're told Gibson was then asked, and refused, to sign the necessary paperwork and was thrown in a detox cell. Deputy Mee then wrote an eight-page report detailing Gibson's rampage and comments. Sources say the sergeant on duty felt it was too "inflammatory." A lieutenant and captain then got involved and calls were made to Sheriff's headquarters. Sources say Mee was told Gibson's comments would incite a lot of "Jewish hatred," that the situation in Israel was "way too inflammatory." It was mentioned several times that Gibson, who wrote, directed, and produced 2004's "The Passion of the Christ," had incited "anti-Jewish sentiment" and "For a drunk driving arrest, is this really worth all that?" We're told Deputy Mee was then ordered to write another report, leaving out the incendiary comments and conduct. Sources say Deputy Mee was told the sanitized report would eventually end up in the media and that he could write a supplemental report that contained the redacted information -- a report that would be locked in the watch commander's safe. Initially, a Sheriff's official told TMZ the arrest occurred "without incident." On Friday night, Sheriff's spokesman Steve Whitmore told TMZ: "The L.A. County Sheriff's Department investigation into the arrest of Mr. Gibson on suspicion of driving under the influence will be complete and will contain every factual piece of evidence. Nothing will be sanitized. There was absolutely no favoritism shown to this suspect or any other. When this file is presented to the Los Angeles County District Attorney, it will contain everything. Nothing will be left out." Gibson's rep Alan Nierob tells TMZ: "We are unaware of any of the information you mentioned in your email pertaining to a police report." --- I guess Carrie Underwood was wrong.... Jesus didn't take the wheel --- Gibson Apologizes [url]http://news.yahoo.com/s/a...29/ap_en_ot/people_gibson[/url] LOS ANGELES - Mel Gibson issued a lengthy statement Saturday apologizing for his drunk driving arrest and saying he has battled alcoholism throughout his life. Gibson also apologized for what he said were "despicable" statements he made to the deputies who arrested him early Friday morning on Pacific Coast Highway in Malibu. "I acted like a person completely out of control when I was arrested," he said in a statement issued by his publicist. "I disgraced myself and my family with my behavior and for that I am truly sorry. I have battled with the disease of alcoholism for all of my adult life and profoundly regret my horrific relapse." Publicist Alan Nierob declined to elaborate beyond the statement. Gibson, 50, was arrested for investigation of driving under the influence of alcohol after deputies stopped his 2006 Lexus LS 430 for speeding. Sheriff's spokesman Steve Whitmore said deputies clocked him doing 87 mph in a 45 mph zone. A breath test indicated Gibson's blood-alcohol level was 0.12 percent, Whitmore said. The legal limit in California is 0.08 percent. The actor was released early Friday after posting $5,000 bail.[/B] Wasn't that a South Park episode? [/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna]Name: Sergei Kastitsyn Separation Name: Bear Age: 15 Gender: Male Appearance: [URL=http://hyung-taekim.org/displayimage.php?album=11&pos=1]Sergei (The boy, not the old man)[/URL] [URL=http://hyung-taekim.org/displayimage.php?album=15&pos=3]Bear[/URL] Personality: Sergei has always been one of the more shy members of the group, not having any other friends past the other 5. Even amongst his friends he was kind of an outcast, not talking very much (Which also has to do with his thick Russian accent) and being very timid, especially around the girls. Even in the Separation Game, where he's the hulking behemoth of strength Bear, he's shy and self concious. Weapons: A heavy, barrel-like structure (As seen in appearance) that Bear uses to bludgeon his enemies. In the event the barrel is lost, he simply uses his strength to defeat his opponents.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna]What are your favourite movies of the year thus far? Maybe it's not neccessarily the best directed or maybe it doesn't have the best acting, but it's still a movie you'd watch over and over again with some friends. Now, if you'd asked me a week ago, I would have told you [B]Pirates of the Carribean 2[/B]. It was a magical adventure with awesome special effects and a loveable preformance by Sparrow. However, my opinion has now changed to... [B]Clerks II[/B]. It frekin [I]ruled[/I]. Dante and Randal were back - in colour this time! It was just as raunchy as the original (A major plot point involved [spoiler]a man ****ing a donkey[/spoiler]), and even more hilarious. The New and Improved Jay and Silent Bob were there, of course, and just as hilarious as ever - especially Kevin Smith, the guy can out act most actors without any dialoge! Defining Moment: The defining moment, for me, came really early. [spoiler]With Dante leaving, Randal suggestest he vandalise the Mooby he works at by spraypainting EAT *****! on the side of it. When they get there, Randal has already spray painted EAT *****!. Than, Jay and Silent Bob are hanging out in front of it, and Emma walks up: Jay *Upon Emma seeing the grafiti and scoffing*: Oh, we [i]totally[/i] do.[/spoiler] It was just so well delivered. Also, the shirt Jay wears during most of it is hilarious - [spoiler]it's a picture of Buddy Christ, and it says Got Christ?[/spoiler] Priceless![/COLOR]

[quote name='Fasteriskhead']Being long-winded.[/quote] Indeed. Ok, I'm basically known for three things: Thing the first - extreme lazyness. I mean EXTREME. I basically don't do anything... ever. I sit there in class and don't take notes, don't write anything down, and rarley ever complete assignments. Ironically, whenever I do complete something and hand it in on time, I almost always get the top mark, especially in English. Thing the... 2 - Incredibly poor penmanship. My capital N's are backwards, as are my S's. I would be a great ransom note writer because no two letters look anything alike, they'd never ****ing catch me. My science/history teacher always rode me about it. I remember one history assignment, something about the Greek gods... it was supposed to take all class (75 minutes) and I ended up doing it in about 5. I showed it to him, he said it was 100% right, and I had to go do it over again. I ended up re-writing it 9 times, and each time he asked the class to judge the handwriting... I found the whole thing pretty funny actually. The Other Thing - My last name. I'm known pretty much universally as 'Baillie.' People I've never even talked to hear about me from my old Math/LA teacher (The incredibly awesome Mr.Boutin) and know me... which is pretty cool. I wouldn't say I'm popular as a result or anything, but it's kinda cool. Oh yea, and I'm known for my boundless apetite; I eat just for the sake of eating. I'll eat pizza, poutine, a hamburger, and wash it all down with a ultra thick milkshake before going back for seconds. Online, I'm known for two things, really: One, I'm unanimously considered the most inept Counter-Strike player to ever log on. Maybe it has something to do with my 300+ ping or my 15-or-less FPS, or maybe I just suck, because no matter how much I play I never learn. I always make the same mistakes over and over and over... but it's funny, because I always keep going back. "**** I hate this game," I'll say as I log off in disgust, only to be back on getting owned 15 minutes latter. Kinda like my own little cocaine. I eventually kicked the habit and managed to delete it from my computer - I'll never get addicted again, it's to much of a ****ing pain to install it again because of ****** ****ing Steam! Two, I'm known for getting myself into pointless, circular arguements and stubbernly defending my opinion, even with evidence stacked against me. As for special skills, I can write a 600 word essay and get a 98% (I always lose two percent because I refuse to put the proper heading.) in about 30 minutes, and yet I conciously let deadlines slide by and hand things in late. I guess that counts as a skill.