I'd do archery too, I've done it a few times and it's really fun. I'm thinking of taking classes in my local area to do it further.
If not then um...I'd do gymnastics? Do a few roly-polies and stand up with jazz hands :D
This is actually a sport. I have a friend who cannot tread water for the life of her. She's taken so many swimming lessons but every time she's in the water we just watch her sink. I don't know anyone who can drown so consistently.
Sailing, 'cos it reminds me of happy times, and it requires considerable upper body strength and it'd be neat to work on that again. Soccer, if I hadn't messed up my knee playing in high school.
Sailing, 'cos it reminds me of happy times, and it requires considerable upper body strength and it'd be neat to work on that again. Soccer, if I hadn't messed up my knee playing in high school.
Glad my post managed to help remind you of your happy old times. Question was, do I get to earn the sole right to sink the biscuit now?
Sailing doesn't get you an ounce of strength compared to what proper upper body exercise could. Pretty bad for an excuse to keep a biscuit from attaining what is easily attainable.
Almost broke my left wrist while trying to be extra sharp at basketball back in high school, was told I'd be better off playing zero sports that could potentially stress the said forearm. Eight years after putting it through strenuous barbell curls and crushes, don't feel its any weaker than the right one. What makes a biscuit's knee any less special then my wrist here?
Oh come on, give the guy a chance. You like biskut, Exodus likes biscuits. You both have a "flair" for the English language. You're practically peas in a pod.
You're not, because you're a biscuit. Common sense. Biscuits love only to sink, be sucked on, or simply be crushed under sharp white diamonds.
I however put enormous value on every biscuit I choose to devour. For example, I would never put her in a garam doodh patti chai ki piyaali, as that practice not only crucifies/scalds her off the divine pretty'ness involved but it also ends up drowning her in more cases than not. A sight worth not be seen for anyone who admires a biscuit for the the terrific taste it develops, or the impressive smell it creates. And sometimes, the valuable enough point it makes for you to reconsider/retune your thought station.
The few wishful women claiming to be creeped/stalked out by a random on the interwebs, only warrants them to be considered as the epitome of insecurity in this novel that I wish to create. Unless they had a reason to believe Gumby exists, thats different cause that man could travel through frequencies.
Gumby: I take it you left me a Kiss on GS the other day?
Biskut: True say. That, I believe I did.
Gumby: Fair play, I demand you to school me on how its done when I exit out your lcd this evening.
Biskut: Cool beans.
In most U.S. societies, women are actually led to believe they are the victims, and hence that apparently means it has never been their fault to think of a guy as a creep. It is just a stupid standard in society that guys have to act a certain way or be a certain way or else we are weird or creepy. This never ceases to amuse me. :-)
I don’t quiet get what you are trying to say here. Is this that awkward moment where you were supposed to realize you’re walking in the wrong direction, so you end up hitting your pockets pretending you forgot something?