05/18/2012 02:38 PM
Hello yahooers, my brother has given me his old iPhone (first generation) and now has the newest one, iPhone 4, i have had this iPhone for a while but I do not use any cell service, I only use it for basic safari, alarm clock and timer. Lately I see no reason to have this anymore and I would like to sell it in exchange for the newest iPhone availalbe or save the money earned for something important. However, I did try to erase all personal data. But when I tried to get rid of the cell phone number registered, I cant do so. For example. If i sold this iphone to someone and they decide to have a cell phone service. They would have my brothers cell phone number also. And when that person calls someone, it would show up on their caller ID as my brother. Really I have no idea how cell phones work really. My main goal is to erase ALL personal data and have the iPhone with no memory whatsoever so I can sell it to someone who wants it. Also, please advise, how much should I sell it for?
05/18/2012 06:24 AM
"Your are going to get married and have five kids, Three girls and two boys"
05/17/2012 03:40 PM
I used to say to my mum," Mum are we poor?" and she used to say, "Poor? We are not poor my son, We have houses opposite and your father and I are in the Iron and Steel business, I iron and he steals. We are not poor now go outside and beg a coin for the gas meter"
05/16/2012 03:54 PM
6 4 or two on the hand. I think that it might have been because I couldn't spell caned. Don't blame me about the spelling it is this bloody piano that I am typing on, the keys stick.
05/15/2012 02:53 PM
Hey guys. I am a 21 year old male, and roughly 4 months ago I just got my old job back at a grocery store. The first time I worked there, I was there roughly a year & a half, and ended up walking out, quitting (I was young & dumb, still in highschool). Anyways, I'm part time there. On average, I get 25/28 hours a week. Right now, I'm filling in for a full-time employee that had surgery, who works in the same department as I am, so I'm averaging 38/hrs a week right now. I'm worried about a few things, first, I am not making nearly enough money to get where I want to be in my life right now. I don't drive, so I'd like to get a car (nothing fancy, but something sporty & reliable) and hopefully, an apartment. My home life sucks & I truly would like to be on my own. I'm nervous about when my hours go back down to 25hrs/week when the employee who had surgery gets back (Which should be roughly 5/6 weeks from now). It's going to be hard going from nearly 40/week back down to 25. I LOVE my job, I can honestly say that with whole-hearted truth. I get along great with fellow employees, and I can joke around with my managers. It really is a cool job. I am just not making nearly enough money. Right now, I'm making $230 take home a week (give or take). After food & what-not, there isn't much left. I wanted to ask for full-time, but most of the full-timers there have been there a few years, and in order for me to get the full time position, someone would either have to get transfered or fired (neither or which are likely to happen). I just don't know what to do. I've been contemplating selling dope, as bad as that sounds. I just don't know what to do. It's either that or I enlist in a military branch, so I can travel, meet people, and start my life. What advice do you guys have for me? Thanks guys - Davey
05/15/2012 01:23 AM
This yaoi is one of a series of one-shot. The seme returns to a convenience store because of the uke who dazed anyone who sees him. The uke is (if I remember correctly) already 35 years old and on one side he is a convenience store part-timer and on the other side is a male prostitute who charges his clients depending on the job - for example 5,000 yen for a blowjob. The seme convinces the uke not to take clients anymore and he turns out to be a rookie police officer. Please help. Thanks a lot.
05/14/2012 02:51 PM
five minutes after we are dead people will have forgotten us? Apart from kids have you got some bit of immortality that won't be forgotten?
05/14/2012 08:20 AM
This is the 21st century not the 60s,70s or 80s.We want to be able to get tattoos,piercings and mini skirts without you old people hovering, telling us its not proper or lady like.The definition of proper and lady like changes with the era old timers. Indeed I am Jen but you see, I need my notebook and the net for school work :)
05/13/2012 05:56 PM
I'm a little below 13. I got sick. I was in the hospital last night. I'm home now. I have a temp of 99. 6 n I haven't eaten anything for about a full day now. And I'm a bit hot. I leaned on my wrist and used a timer to check. Is this bad. P.s. I am feelin a bit better after the hospital. Mild headache. I have pills to take now. N I'm avoiding monsters, soda, and sugary/caffinated drinks. Is my heart rate too much about 96 hearbeats per minute
05/12/2012 05:37 PM
I tell him to ask her something. She stands up and I say now's your chance go over there and ask her. He gets up and goes over to the jukebox. She flicks her jet black hair off her shoulder and steps aside to let him look. They are smiling as they talk She laughs and flicks, again. Suzy-Q begins to play and the bartender turns it up. She starts slow, gliding to the open space near the pool table. The old timers turn their stools around to watch. She snaps her fingers and swivels her God-given hips. The boys at the table set down their cues. Arms up, elbows bent, above her head, she sways, turning slowly. I ash my cigarette on the floor. She hooks her belt loop, both thumbs and starts to twist her whole body like a drugged fish. I order another beer without turning around. 47 eyeballs (Harry has a patch) can't stop staring. She spins her arms together like soft snakes and twirls them at the sky. The music stops, briefly. She doesn't; she's better than that. American Woman, now. She speeds it up and the cool air feels good coming through the back door. I duck over, put $10 in the juke and hit repeat. It's going to be a long night.
05/12/2012 04:59 PM
Hi, just want to ask some of your expertise as a mom. You see, i am a first timer mom, i have an 8 months old baby who has a sensitive skin. The skin irritation started when my mother in law advised me to use Acdti de mansanilla. Her knees got irratated. We went to her pedia, and said to stop using the present application and be advised to use the physigel Ai cream. Presently, she is using that now but i want to try the zwitsal baby lotion which her ninangs gave. For those momies here, who tried the zwitsal baby lotion. Can i use that one on her? Thank you
05/12/2012 02:22 AM
I don't remember much of it, but Edna Krabapple was standing outside Springfield Elementary and some "old-timers" entered the school. Some cool looking dude with a leather jacket and some big black guy with a red shirt saying "hey hey hey" with a very deep voice. Does anyone know what episode I'm talking about, despite the severe lack of information?
05/11/2012 03:08 PM
In my opinion its almost the same but the oldest is liked more by family and people and are more likely to be remembered. Middle child Pros: learning from older sibling(s) mistakes Having to help take care of the younger one(s) Cons: MCS Low self-esteem Ignored most of the time Has the most chores People only remember the oldest and youngest Fewest photos Blamed for most things Lack of motivation fellings of lonliness Oldest: Pros: Having to take care of younger ones Family is more happy when you graduate,get a job,car,college Most strangers remember you Oldest=boss You get more money from relatives No hand me downs (unless youre small amnd you get hand me ups) Cons: Being relied on much Siblings annoy you Your the babysitter,taxi, and first-timer I guess its obvious that im the middle child and i would say its worst because family doesnt like you as much. @katelinstyles who is that guy in youre avater? I see him a lot online Well whoever is the middle child here you shouldnt want to be like the older one because you would have no personality of your own. I would rather be a hat than my sister
05/11/2012 02:35 AM
Hello, I am a 16 year old male that's good in build, but naturally small. I am 49kg and really short, and am getting my motorbike Learners in 1 and a half months. I was wondering if the Sachs Madass is a good first motorbike for me, as I heard from reviews it is GREAT for first timers. Also, does anyone know of any other good bikes suited for someone with my weight/height/age/experience? I'm looking for bikes capable of going off-road as well as being comfortable on the road. Maximum I'll spend is about $3000. Thanks in advance :)
05/10/2012 07:44 AM
. How old would yours be?
05/09/2012 04:33 PM
The one that I have in front of me of my mum taken in the 20/30s looks as if she has an upside-down bucket on her head.
05/09/2012 04:19 PM
I have a part time job at ross store And I out shine the co'workers that Infact the maneger who's in charge Of the store just offered me a full time position He said within 5 months he will put me as a superviser and after that depending on my skill's he will give me the assiistent maneger position. Either that or... Stay as a part timer for now and go back this june to school for my GED ones I get my GED I was thinking on going vto college... I'm 24 years old, married and have 2 kids. Any desint honest advise?
05/09/2012 03:56 PM
morning? I do and I just wondered if you do to? Sometimes I even leave them on all night to save me the bother in the morning. I am a scruffy old git ain't I?
05/09/2012 09:09 AM
05/09/2012 05:47 AM
Hi, now I know I posted this before but I need a level. I'm from the UK, being in Year 9 and being 14 years old, I would like a National Curriculum level. The task was to write the beginning of a story (5 paragraphs minimum) and I want to know what level this should get. This is not a description, this is a story! However, it doesn't matter if you're from the UK, US or anywhere - if you aren't from the UK, grade it out of 10? Also, could you suggest on ways to improve it? I'm a 6c at English at the moment and I want to be a 6a/7c by the end of this year! Tell me what you think! :D ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I checked through the windows to make sure that no one was following me. All clear - well that's what I thought. I feathered the throttle as I turned through the apex of the compound: a large gate encrusted in black iron appeared. It basically cut off my entrance. I cussed in despair as I grabbed my blueprint and hooked my pencil, ready to sketch the plan out again. Then I switched my digital timer on; quickly realising that there was no time left. I clutched the gear stick as I pulled into reverse mode and desperately paced a couple of blocks back. I hoped I didn’t look too obvious. Nevertheless, my Jeep wouldn't even of been able to fit into the darn tiny gap in the first place. I twisted my keys clockwise to turn the ignition off and dropped them into my pockets. I opened the door reluctantly. Today was going to be crap. I tilted my hat down so nobody could recognise me. I sighed. I doubt anyone around this area even knew me. What a stupid idea, that was the whole point of the mission! I inserted my hands down the pockets of my black, velvet suit and began walking. The pavement was literally engraved in broken concrete, along with large cracks practically surrounding it. I ignored them, until I approached a particular one. It was enormous and instinctively I knew I couldn‘t just ‘step over‘ it. A ten foot gap, it had seemed. In confusion, I placed my hands on the wall sat beside me and leaned over it - thinking. A cluster of thoughts bombarded my mind, but this was reality that I’m talking about. I stood up and slightly dipped my hat up, examining the road. Too much traffic, for anyone to handle - in fact not even God could get through this road. I took a deep breath and reverted back to the gap; looking up to find a really low lamp post. Being in Mexico, heat was getting the better of me so I gingerly took off my jacket. Not because of the heat; to get over this annoying gap. Of course this seemed a little bit risky, however, time was running out... I latched my coat onto the bar of the post and began swinging for momentum. I glanced down the gap to find sewage water streaming down below: it was literally a deep ocean floor. If I fall, I will be plummeting down for at least a couple of hours. The smell was too vague up here. I swung back, preparing for the jump and I stopped, looking at my watch wrapped around my wrist to discover that ten minutes had whizzed through. I was baffled. Focusing on the gap once more, I swung back and forth. But I had jumped too early. “ARGH!” I bellowed as I began sinking through the hole. I glimpsed a lanky pipe and grasped it with my right arm, hugging it to my chest. However, I knew it wouldn’t take my weight for long. Dirty water was trickling out just a couple of storeys below me; the very bottom was pitched completely in black. Ready to eat me up. Suddenly, my grip began loosening up so I quickly grabbed another pipe. A ripple of sweat flowed down my face as I struggled to hang on. My heart was beating ferociously, so fiercely that I could feel it climbing up my throat. Inhaling, exhaling, breathing in and breathing out I withdrew all my strength and courage to lash my other arm over the pavement, gripping it scarcely. My arm was rapidly sliding down. I wasn't going to give in yet. Biting my lips hard, I kicked my knee up and climbed back up on to the surface. I gasped in relief, treading away from it in terror, recklessly finding a bench to have a breather. Finding a seat was difficult around here, so I sat on the ground floor. The dust there contaminated my lungs, though that was beside the point. I felt like a complete and utter tramp. Pressing my hands deep into my face, I attempted to take in what had just happened. After a few moments, I sat up whiffing the warm scorching air as I adjusted my hat and suit. Only to find out that my jacket had disappeared (not to worry). The dry weather prickled my lips, so much that I had to lick them; tasting bitter blood dripping away on to my shirt. I looked at my watch, and my jaw dropped. I was seriously behind schedule. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Just a couple of Please ignore the 4th sentence in the second paragraph, it wasn't meant to be there!
05/08/2012 10:01 PM
I want to help educate the next generation of horsemen on my property, so I'm wondering if you can recommend any good ways to contact young men between the ages of 18 and 22 that would be interested in staying on my property for the summer. I'd provide the horses, the food, the tents and the company on some cold nights. Each camper gets his own secluded tent, and ever night, I'll drop in to chat about life and horses for a while. Privacy in the great outdoors is possible after all. I expect to become intimately familiar with each young man I mentor, and hope to be someone to whom the can turn for comfort and encouragement for the remainder of my life. Again, I'm kind of an old timer myself, so I'm just looking for some advice for how to get the word out about my program. Thanks!
05/07/2012 05:53 PM
This is the beginning of my story. I checked through the windows to make sure that no one was following me. All clear - well that's what I thought. I feathered the throttle as I turned through the apex of the compound: a large gate encrusted in black iron appeared. It basically cut off entrance. I cussed in despair as I grabbed my blueprint and hooked my pencil, ready to sketch the plan out again. Then I switched my digital timer on; quickly realising that there was no time left. I clutched the gear stick as I pulled into reverse mode and desperately paced a couple of blocks back. I hoped I didn’t look too obvious. Nevertheless, my Jeep wouldn't even of been able to fit into the darn tiny gap in the first place. I twisted my keys clockwise to turn the ignition off and dropped them in my pockets. I opened the door reluctantly. Today was gonna be crap. I tilted my hat down so nobody could recognise me. I sighed. I doubt anyone around this area even knew me. I inserted my hands down the pockets of my black, velvet suit and began walking. The pavement was literally engraved in broken concrete, along with large cracks practically surrounding it. I ignored them, until I approached a particular one. It was enormous and instinctively I knew I couldn‘t just ‘step over‘ it. A ten foot gap, it had seemed. In confusion, I placed my hands on the wall sat beside me and leaned over it - thinking. A cluster of thoughts bombarded my mind, but this was reality that I’m talking about. I stood up and slightly dipped my head up, examining the road. Too much traffic, for anyone to handle - in fact not even God could get through this road. I took a deep breath and reverted back to the gap; looking up to find a really low lamp post. Being in Mexico, heat was getting the better of me so I gingerly took off my jacket. Not because of the heat; to get over this annoying gap! Of course, this seemed a little bit risky, however, time was running short... I latched my coat onto the bar of the post and began swinging for momentum. I glanced down the gap to find sewage water streaming down below: this gap was a deep ocean floor. If I fall, I will be plummeting down for at least a couple of hours. The smell was too vague up here. I swung back, preparing for the jump and I stopped, looking at my watch wrapped around my wrist to discover that ten minutes had whizzed through. Focusing on the gap once more, I swung back and forth, but I had jumped too early. “ARGH!” I bellowed as I began falling through the hole. I glimpsed a lanky pipe and grasped it with my right arm, hugging it to my chest. I knew it couldn’t take my weight for long. My heart was beating ferociously, so fiercely that I could feel it climbing up my throat. Inhaling, exhaling, breathing in and breathing out I withdrew a large amount of my strength and lashed my other arm over the pavement, gripping it scarcely. My arm was rapidly sliding down. I kicked my knee up and climbed back on to the surface. I'm in Year 9 (14 years old), if that helps. I'm still making it, how can I improve it?
05/07/2012 05:52 PM
'Reading' is one of my most favourite past times, but as I said I prefer flipping through the pages... reading the traditional way rather than the newer version of e books.... though the latter may have its share of advantages ! I am not an old person and just middle aged, if you were guessing that I may be an old timer ! What do you prefer and why ?
05/07/2012 02:47 PM
Hey guys so my 16 year old cousin came up to me today and asked how to last long during sex. I said if your a first timer its gonna be fast just let your girl know you are a virgin is she is nice then she will understand and go slow with you. He wants to know cause him and his girlfriend were talking about it. Another thing I was thinking of telling him but didn't at the time was to get a fleshlight to practice. Now I've had both real sex and the fleshlight and even though I prefer the real thing over and the toy anyday do you think it would be good practice for a virgin since they are getting a similar feel? I mean theres whole lot of other stuff going too, the girl is moaning and lookin all sexy but do you think that would help with practice? just wondering so i can tell my cousin. thanks for the help
05/07/2012 12:58 PM
So,really old game,i would say somewhere from 96,on pc So the game was in some kind of space or maybe ship i dunno... camera was from first person view you were some kind of robot i think and you had to drive this elevator to get to diffrent levels so you can do something... Also there was this another robot that was chasing you,and you had to run from him,cant kill him or anything... The game was basicly ridint that elevator,evading this other robot and doing something...i dont remember i was really young back then and was scared that robot is going to get me :D So if you ahve any ideas,10 points guarantee
05/07/2012 10:44 AM
my tamagotchi v3 is 9 years old and has not turned into and old timer yet
05/06/2012 11:30 PM
This poem is called Waking in the Blue by Robert Lowell The night attendant, a B.U. sophomore, rouses from the mare's-nest of his drowsy head propped on The Meaning of Meaning. He catwalks down our corridor. Azure day makes my agonized blue window bleaker. Crows maunder on the petrified fairway. Absence! My hearts grows tense as though a harpoon were sparring for the kill. (This is the house for the "mentally ill.") What use is my sense of humour? I grin at Stanley, now sunk in his sixties, once a Harvard all-American fullback, (if such were possible!) still hoarding the build of a boy in his twenties, as he soaks, a ramrod with a muscle of a seal in his long tub, vaguely urinous from the Victorian plumbing. A kingly granite profile in a crimson gold-cap, worn all day, all night, he thinks only of his figure, of slimming on sherbert and ginger ale-- more cut off from words than a seal. This is the way day breaks in Bowditch Hall at McLean's; the hooded night lights bring out "Bobbie," Porcellian '29, a replica of Louis XVI without the wig-- redolent and roly-poly as a sperm whale, as he swashbuckles about in his birthday suit and horses at chairs. These victorious figures of bravado ossified young. In between the limits of day, hours and hours go by under the crew haircuts and slightly too little nonsensical bachelor twinkle of the Roman Catholic attendants. (There are no Mayflower screwballs in the Catholic Church.) After a hearty New England breakfast, I weigh two hundred pounds this morning. Cock of the walk, I strut in my turtle-necked French sailor's jersey before the metal shaving mirrors, and see the shaky future grow familiar in the pinched, indigenous faces of these thoroughbred mental cases, twice my age and half my weight. We are all old-timers, each of us holds a locked razor. I do not understand what this poem is trying to say. Can someone help me!!! THANKS IN ADVANCE!
05/05/2012 10:54 PM
To begin with, I honestly don't know how I should go about this anymore. I can honestly say I'm emotionally compromised and unable to make clear and rationale judgments. At this point, I would appreciate some clear outsider insight. Furthermore, nobody has to tell me that I'm to blame. Anything and everything you have to tell me on that subject has already been said by myself to myself. This is entirely my fault and I've come to terms with that. I am utterly undeserving of anything regarding pity or sympathy, so please be as honest and blunt as you care. To begin, I am a 22 year old living at home. When I graduated High school, it was with merits. (75%-ish grade average.) While I thought this would be adequate for my post-secondary purposes, it wasn't. I was rejected from the provincial university and instead forced to go to a local community college. A college that was originally my first choice but that's neither here nor there. What's important is that in that first year of college, I passed the first semester with mediocre grades and completely tanked the second one. I was elated at my newfound freedoms and refused to sit my butt down and do the hard work required of me, resulting in my failures. My parents were, rightfully so, not impressed. In the following year I exited the program and fell into a dull routine of Continuing Education courses. There I did some psychology courses and found I actually enjoyed the coursework, enough so that I started turning my Fs into Bs. During that time, my dad would pick me up every night as the courses were only available from 6-9pm and I only had my learners. But as much as I was improving in my psychology courses, I was still failing everything else and eventually I fell back into my poor habits of putting play before work. My mother, who was funding my post-secondary education, finally gave me an ultimatum: do better or quit school and go work. I panicked, didn't want the fun to end and lied. My next "report card" I edited through photoshop and replaced my Ds with As before printing it out and handing it to her. I continued to do this for the next 3 and a half years, lying and saying I was accepted into the Psychology program, earning honors and doing well. And for 3 years, my parents were proud of me. They paraded me around to their friends, co-workers and distant family members. I was the youngest child in a line of three and the first to go to University. I was going to get a PHD, I was going to be a clinical psychologist. Now those 4 years of "studying" have come to an end and I'm supposed to be a graduate. My parents are expecting a degree and an invitation to my graduation ceremony, neither of which I have. For the last 3 months I've agonized over what to do, contemplating suicide for the longest time in hopes that it would preserve the lie. I even contemplated forging the documents and trying to evade the ceremony and moving away somewhere else for a fresh start. Last month I finally came to terms with the fact that I can't do any of that. I'm just... so bloody tired of this lie. Of knowing I'm trash for deceiving them and wasting their hard earned money. Nobody has to point out the fact that I'm a selfish twat. I know full well that if the timer hadn't run out, I would probably still be living the good life and the only thing that's making me feel this way is the thought of the consequences. That's not the question, this is only the back story. The question is this: when? I intend to tell my parents. Whatever they do, disown me, kick me out, tell me I'm the most ungrateful child that ever existed, I'm... well no, I'm not ready to face that but I am prepared to accept it. It's what I deserve. But I don't know when. As of last week, my grandmother on my father's side passed away and my grandfather on my mother's side followed shortly after. I'm expected to attend a funeral this coming week and my parents leave for their homeland (I'm first generation) the week after. My father has also had a heart attack in the past. Do I tell them before? After? Whatever your response, thank you for reading this. Just typing this out... I think it did me a lot of good. Up until December I was still regularly attending classes. I kept telling myself "this will be the year I get serious. Once I get some better marks, I'll try for a program and I'll tell them the truth once I get in." Well I never got those better marks. Eventually I realized I was wasting time, effort and money and stopped registering for courses as of the Winter semester. My mother would transfer the funds to my account so that I could handle the registration and payments without bothering her anymore than necessary. As of now, the funds remain untouched in my bank account. Once I confess, I fully intend to transfer the funds back and work on repaying all those wasted years.
05/04/2012 11:51 PM
Hey, im looking for a old physics game that i use to play. basically you have to get this orange ball into this blue circle for like 3 seconds. it has tools like metal,wood,rope,string,tension,timer etc. It had a forum and a use to have a big community behind it with building your own levels. There was also a known bug that you could connect two bars close to eachother and they would bug out and spin quickly. I know for a fact it begins with A. Cheers in advance
05/04/2012 08:23 PM
blokes used to keep combing their hair and the birds used to do the hand jive and wear dresses with a million petticoats? Was it bouffants that were in fashion?
05/03/2012 12:08 PM
First timer with health insurance. Does it effect you if you apply for difference insurance companies? for ex: I applied for one and it was entirely too expensive compared to the quote I received, so I closed the application. I am about to apply for another but dont want it to 'hurt' me or look bad. I just need major medical. I am a healthy 24 year old non-smoker. any advice would be FANTASTIC! Thanks!!!!
05/02/2012 02:16 PM
Our relationship is just 2 months old and she actually told me not really a boyfriend, however a plutonic/pseudo relationship with someone. She told me I should wait for her and she will dump that guy after she gets help with her art subject by June, I got confuse don't really know what to say cause I am also helping her financially with her schooling including her allowance. I am insanely in-love with her. We are only have a chance to see each other twice a month due to we live 50 miles away from each other. I really don't what to say and do now. Please help!
05/01/2012 04:30 PM
As most of you old-timer's around here have known me for years, I'll cut to the chase and remind all I am not the one to typically point out other people's sins. However, lately I've been subject to something I feel sort of compelled to say something about. I have some friends, a married couple, and I have known them individually since we were all 12 years old. They are non-denominational, on-fire Christians -- and yet they have not tried to convert me -- and they seem to walk the walk (such as bringing coffee and donuts to the homeless in the middle of the night during winter) so I just ignore facebook posts like "we need to kick down the walls of CHURCHES!". So, whatever . . . facebook isn't R&S and I don't need to debate religion every five seconds . . . I can always come here to do that. Lately though, they've been posting photos of various homeless people. Posting their names. Posting that they prayed with them. And . . . it's making me feel rather uncomfortable. They aren't asking for prayers for these people, they're just saying "This is Christine, she's homeless, we found her in a Walmart parking lot and prayed with her". It seems rather exploitative rather than Spiritual. I keep thinking of Scripture, The Gospel According to Matthew, Chapter 6: "do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing . . ." et al. I'm wondering if I should send them a polite, private note? Would you? Or should I just quietly unfriend them? That seems like a cop-out to me. Thanks in advance. Picasso -- it isn't bringing awareness. If it were that, I wouldn't think anything of it and would pray not only for their ministry but for the homeless they reach. It's actually kinda bragging. "[wife] said 'Come here, I'm going to pray with you.' and she did! Not 'Can I pray with you?' but 'come, I'm going to pray with you'. and she spread God's word today!". I'm paraphrasing, but it's stuff like that -- not asking for others to pray for homeless people, or the down-trodden, but shouting about things they are doing. Which again, is not my bag, but is still not as big of a deal as posting pictures of people.
05/01/2012 03:57 PM
them? Just wondered...Guy Flint
05/01/2012 03:06 PM
I say yes. I say yes without doubt. I say yes infactically if I could spell the word.
05/01/2012 03:03 PM
February 25, 2013: US Champ Sheamus heads to the ring to start the show, the crowd boo at him. Sheamus says that he is sick and tired of being embarrassed by that white trash, midget named Jamie Noble. The crowd pops. Sheamus says that he is done talking with Noble, he is done chasing after Noble, he needs Jamie to come out here and do the manly thing and take his beating like the wimp he is. Sheamus waits. Music hits, but Paul London and Brian Kendrick head to the ring instead of Noble. The crowd pops. Paul has a mic, he asks Sheamus why he has the need to pick on people smaller then him. Brian says that he can answer that question, Sheamus is a bully and bullies thrive off of needless violence. Especially, picking on guys smaller than them. Sheamus says that both fellahs need to mind their own business, turn around, and leave the ring. Paul politely declines, Brian asks for a match. Sheamus tells Jamie to watch carefully wherever he is, because this is going to be his future. Match 1-US Champ Sheamus vs Brian Kendrick w/Paul London(Non Title): Brian wins w/a Roll Up after Jamie Noble runs down to the ring and distracts Sheamus Post Match: Jamie and Paul celebrates with Brian, and head up the ramp to cheers. Sheamus is pissed off. He turns bright red, tears apart the announcer’s table, and throws the top part of the ring steps. Sheamus grabs his title and leaves to boos. Match 2-WWE Champ John Morrison vs Kofi Kingston: John wins w/the Flying Chuck Kick Post Match: John grabs a mic, he says that last week Shelton Benjamin(the crowd pops at his name) embarrassed him. He blindsided him, he is the WWE champion, and he will not accept being seen as an idiot. He is the fastest and most successful rising star in the WWE today, and he will win at WrestleMania in 34 days. Music hits, and Shelton makes his way out to the top of the ramp. Shelton says that he was in the back listening to John complaining, and he had to come out here to stop it. The fans are annoyed by it, and so is he. The crowd pops. Shelton says that he is a very kind man, and if John wouldn’t have put his hands on him last week he wouldn’t of knocked his lights out. John smiles, and says that Shelton is pale in comparison to him. John said that he made easy work of Kofi. Shelton got lucky in the Royal Rumble, couldn’t beat that old timer Chris Jericho, and he sure as hell won’t take John’s title at WrestleMania. Shelton tells John to find him an opponent for the main event, and he’ll beat him. He leaves to cheers as John looks on. Match 3-Tag Team Champs Zack Ryder/Curt Hawkins vs The Young Bucks(Max/Jeremy)(Non Title): Ryder/Hawkins win w/Zack’s Rough Ryder followed by Curt’s Heat Seeking Elbow on Jeremy Raw GM William Regal is in front of his locker room with an announcement. He says that at WrestleMania there will be an 8 man Mony in the Bank Ladder Match, a star will rise. William says that he has come to an agreement will SD GM Teddy Long that in the upcoming 4 weeks before WrestleMania both Raw and SD will host qualifying matches for the MITB match beginning tonight. Match 4-Kurt Angle vs DH Smith(Qualifier for the WM MITB Match): Kurt wins w/the Anke Lock Post Match: Kurt points to the WrestleMania sign hanging above the fans, he makes the title gesture around his waist, and yells that John should watch his back. X Pac is talking with Road Dogg and Kevin Nash in the parking lot. Pac asks Dogg and Kevin if they have heard from Triple H recently, both say they haven’t. Kevin says Trips is working his ass off, getting in top condition, so he can beat the hell out of Mick Foley at WM. Pac asks if they were used? Dogg says that they were used, but they’re getting paid so he could care less. They share a laugh as the segment ends. Shelton Benjamin makes his way to the ring to cheers. He warms up and waits for the opponent John Morrison chose for him. John chose.....DANIEL BRYAN! Match 5-Shelton Benjamin vs Daniel Bryan: Daniel wins after Shelton tapped out to the LaBell Lock when John nailed Shelton with the WWE Title behind the ref’s back Post Match: Shelton rolls to the outside and grabs his head in pain as John leaves smiling to boos. Daniel celebrates ecstatically once more. HBK sneaks in the ring, and Daniel turns around into a Sweet Chin Music! The crowd roars. Shawn celebrates to close the show.
05/01/2012 01:59 AM
Earth. A world where living is a crime. A place where being different is a sin .Religion is looked down upon more than if you were to kill another person.All books that didn’t go through the government were ban and illegal. Televisions only had one channel people have lost hope and gave in the madness. I was just beginning to remember. It was a normal day in Summercrest, my home. I had just finished lessons with my dad and was going to meet my friends in the park.Frightened men and women roamed the streets as soldiers called Overseers stood as still as statues to keep the peace. Large machineguns were hung loosely by their side. It was the normal way of life but you couldn’t expect anyone to get used to highly trained soldiers in your backyard. The buzz of the market was the dominant sound. Merchants yelled to sell their goods. Competition was great here. Everyone had to make a living. Carts rammed through the crowds as foreign traders found places to camp and set up their shops. Shoppers yelled and protested as merchants bargained their price to their pleasure. Small children ran through the markets with their wallets, eager to spend their hard earned money. I pushed gently through the crowd. Soldiers brushed me off as I mowed through the market center. Citizens gave me fearful looks as I was pushing the other way. Everything was a blur as I finally able to take cover in a narrow alleyway. In the darkness I could make out broken abandoned carts and scattered trash of leftovers. I trudged through the messy path. It was hard to pick up my feet through the disgusting sludge. Suddenly, a hand shot of the muck and grabbed my ankle. I tried to shake it off but the grip was iron. I had to use both my hands to pry off the hairy brown hand. I ran up a flight of slippery stone stair and didn’t stop until I made it through the gate of Windrow Park. Windrow Park was a spectacular sight. Quiet citizens walked up and down to breath in the fresh air of the beautiful assortment of blue and pink roses. Dark green grass--that couldn’t be natural-- complemented the colors of the red-leaved trees. Benches were set up to have sights of trees and strange animals that flew, ran, and crawled around the land. A large fountain was in the middle of bridge over a long winding stream. You couldn’t deny that it was a marvelous wonder. My two friends Amber Quartz and Scott Campbell called me over to a large stone table.They both had already made a full picnic on the table. “Hey David.” welcomed Amber, in her warm silvery voice. Amber Quartz was the kind of girl any sixteen year old would like to have. She was popular and everyone loved her. Her brown hair fell to her shoulders in a way that it looked natural. She had small freckles that made her perfect smile ever more spotless. Her clean light green eyes made her mesmerising. You could get lost in her eyes for hours and it would not feel like a moment passed by. All the guys and town were after her. Of course she was taken. By Scott. I don’t know how he could get her. It was always a puzzle. Scott Campbell was my best mate. He was the most famous kid in school. Firstly both of his parents are Immortal, which was the easiest way to make friends. Secondly he played sports at school. That automatically made everything else come to him. Scott and I had been friends since we were 2. He was like a brother. I’m David Letters. I was just a simple high school nerd. I was slightly less popular than my friends. Okay, a lot less popular. I didn’t exactly have a good reputation. Firstly, I was a real know-it -all, though I did’t show it.My mom was a Standard. My dad a timer. All that got me were pity friends. Hoorah for pity friends. Amber and Scott were beside me through thick and thin. I knew I could could trust them with anything. Even my life. “Sit down mate,” Scott said, in his low voice. “ Enjoy the sun.”Ignoring his comment I tossed down my bag next to an empty part of the bench and sat down. At first we ate in silence. Sucks right? Is it okay?
04/30/2012 10:51 PM
am Considering it. My question is,how many should I start out with,what base is the safest and or best choice for a first timer?
04/30/2012 12:53 PM
I'm a 15 year old girl, and I play the piano, but singing and playing the piano is really annoying because i cannot get up and move around, and also, it takes ages to learn the songs and get the timing right and everything. and also, I cannot drag around my electric piano at home, and most places don't have a piano set up. and if i bought myself a guitar, it would be too hard to take it places because i don't have anyone to drive me around anywhere and you can't really take all your equipment on the train or bus or tram. the only thing I can think of is singing with a backing track, playing the backing music to the songs... but that might make it hard to do a live performance because the songs would be on a timer and play one after another, therefore making it harder to perform. any suggestions? please i need help!
04/29/2012 01:33 PM
I am very old user for internet, I am using it for very very long time, I sometime download movies, but the timer before the movie that starts make me wait for several minutes, so recently I upgraded my internet that cost me so much, but still the waiting time is not reduced when I have high bandwidth, that is 1 mbps, please suggest me the best speed that will make the timer reduced, I will spend money for that.
04/29/2012 01:22 PM
04/29/2012 10:28 AM
What happened to the old timers of GS? I remember great warrior's of old back in the GS day when a suspension meant something. Acta est fabula. @Jupiter your of the enlightened ones of which I be speaking of however excuse me for one second as Jeffery demands a beating. @Jefferey don't have me to come down there and for me to turn green my shirt busting off, jeans ripping whilst keeping the crotch intack. I know what you be thinking? A big green hulk c0ck but no! Only my hands squashing that little douchey face, my regards to your red headed mother I always got a good boner for read heads. However I hate fat guys called peter! @Myeviltwin yeah your one that keeps the key of the old school but tell me and I need to know this...? Where are yee keeping the other guy the GS twin?
04/29/2012 03:22 AM
I went in to TGF haircutters today, and got my hair hilighted, and it turned out horrible. I've got it done like a year and a half ago from the same place, and it looked amazing but it was a different lady who did it this time. Well I came in to do it today because 2-3 months ago I colored my hair and it had some orange spots, and I was low on cash, and now I finally had enough to do it this time around. Well My sister drove me there, and she helped me out. So we asked the lady what she'd do, and she said she'd highlight my hair. My sister was concerned about getting the spots out... The color I wanted this lady to do was platinum, and then my sister asked the lady if my hair would look good after it was done, and she was like idk. My sister was like do you want to go, and the lady was on the other side of me, and I got nervous, and went through with it. So This lady does this right, and after putting on the chemical, she takes me to this giant blow dryer thingy and said I need to wait here for 50 mins, and I put on a timer, and after 20 minutes she washes it out, and then uses a toner, shampoo and conditioned my hair. While she was doing this, she was asking me who did my hair, and I told her my mom. Then she was like we need to spank your mother, and I was upset because I almost lost my mother, and I'm fortunate she's still with me today, and it upset me... Then the final result was part of my hair was like gray, white, blonde, and my roots were horrible, and it was unevenly distributed... My sister complained about this, and and explained why, and was like I don't feel like I should pay you, and asked to see the manager, and she said she was the manager, so my sister asked to call the company, and asked for the lady's name, and she said we didn't have to pay. I'm upset, and my sister said my hair looks like an old man... What should I do..? Would it damage my hair if i do it the day after?
04/29/2012 12:33 AM
"A" believes all the old timer stories about how mean and ornery mules are. I however was raised around equines of all shapes and sizes and my childhood mule was my favorite riding companion of all of them. He was such a sweet boy. Also I live in the Appalachian Mtns and trails are rough and a good mule can't be beat. I'd like to know if anyone could tell me anywhere we could go so "A" could interact with them? Such as places in the southern us that offers mule rides. I'd even settle for a petting zoo =] haha. "A" refuses to even "waste the time trying one until we learn more about them." Thanks for the help and sorry for the rambling. I agree with you Charlie we will definitely look at every option available. I just don't want A to rule anything out just yet. Thanks =]
04/28/2012 09:37 PM
What other little pearls of wisdom did she tell you?
04/27/2012 04:39 PM
I have just bought a piece of price reduced smoked haddock in the supermarket so me and the missus are in for a treat tonight....(We might even eat the fish as well nudge, nudge)
04/27/2012 12:20 PM
Old school rules with no timer. Anything goes. So it's Old School vs New School. Who wins?
04/26/2012 12:16 AM
Hi everyone, I would really appreciate your advice on an electricity bill I have recently received. I moved into a top floor, two bed flat with my partner in august. The flat is about 7 years old and is all electric. Our heating system is similar to a gas system, with all the radiators, pipes etc... but the boiler tank is heated using electric. The hot water is also heated using the same system (although i dont know much about how that bit works!) We dont have the heating or water on a timer as we just turn them on as and when we need them- usually the heating for 4 hours a day during the week, 6-7 hours a day at weekends and the water for a bout 3 hours a week. We have mostly energy saving bulbs, apart from a few halogen spot lights and our cooker is fan assisted (if that makes any difference?) We both work full time so are only home evenings and weekends. In February we got a bill from N-power for £187. I thought this was a little low but paid it. In mid march we got an amended bill for £1065!!!!! So in 7 months, they are saying that we have used £1250 worth of electricity. This just cant be right! I asked n-power to come out and the engineer said that we have a meter that should only be fitted when storage heaters are used. We obviously dont have storage heaters. Also, he said that the meter is only wired up to monitor the most expensive day rate. Could this be the reason why our bill is so high? Surely, the fact that they have installed the wrong type of meter is not our fault? and why should we be expected to pay for their mistake? N-power insist that we need to settle the bill before they change our meter. Any advice?!!!!! Thanks, Amie Good ideas FL. I'm sure the LL will fob me off but its worth a try! Thanks everyone for you help. Think i will have to admit defeat!
04/25/2012 11:04 PM
I bought an 18 month old female beardie yesterday and i have non-stop worried about her since. I want to provide the best i can for her and i definitely dont want her getting ill. I am new to the whole reptile thing so i have a few questions for anybody who can provide answers for me! -She is not very active, doesnt really move away from her basking spot. I havnt seen her drink from her water bowl once or even go near it in fact. I have tried to feed her outside of her cage on me and from my hand and she wont accept it, nor will she eat if i am watching. Will she just become more at ease the more time passes? -Temperature. I live in a basement and i bought 100 watt bulb for her basking light, i have the uvb bulb and then an infrared bulb. Her basking spot, monitered by a digital thermometer, is only reaching 90. A friend said i could use an average lightbulb for her tank so i bought a 150 watt bulb and it didnt make a difference. Any advice and information on how i should be setting up the lights in the tank and what the correct temps should be? -Food. The woman at the pet shop said i didnt need to feed crickets, that i could give her super worms and lots of veg n fruit everyday, then every 3 days, 3 pinky mice. is this ok? exactly how much fruit and veg is enough/too much? -She hasnt pooped yet. Dont know what else to say about that, but worried something could be wrong? The woman at the store tried to sell me sand for her substrate, i had been warned about sand so then she gave me crushed walnuts instead. I have since heard nothing good about this either, so am going to by a yoga mat tomorrow and use that. So those are my worries and hope someone could point me in the right direction. Thanks :) Thankyou for answers so far. I have looked at every site i could find but i wanted more personal answers and to hear from other bearded dragon owners and what they did with their pets. But thankyou! I think i am going to take her to the vet and get her checked out. She doesnt seem ill so to say, she definitely does eat. I am kind of disturbed as it seems as everything the lady who sold me is wrong and this is how she has been living for the past year n half. Kinda worrying!
04/25/2012 06:16 AM