Who's the birthday-iest lad in the land? It's ERIC! Oh happy day to you my dear

The 911 has been my fantasy car from since i was a young lad. All of them pre 93 but the design from the 70s-80s will always be my first love. *promote

I used to watch this imagery in my mind when I was a young lad after ingesting a large amount of high quality LSD.
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I don't know what I found more nauseating - the drop or the douche at the top of it.

Actually, ya know what, I think I got him all wrong. He did this for himself, not for anybody else. Power to ya lad. If you want to jack off to your own selfie stick footage from the top of a massive phallic object it aint no skin off my back. Just...try not to land on anybody when you fall off one of these things k?

Oh grunting man. Grunting man, will you ever cease your grunted proclamation of full body, mind, and soul dedication to each swing of the game of tennis?

During sex grunting man exclaims EAUUUGH EAUUUGH EUGH EEAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGHH with the windows down and everyone in the neighborhood sorta liked it at first but now it's just goddamn annoying. Seriously every time, grunting man?

Damn grunting man. Ahhhh grunting man.

What are you grunting at this time? What are you trying to tell me, boy? Timmy fell down a giant gaping anus filled with sores and fissures? Is that why you grunt every time you swing your racket?

No, no, no -- he was just lifting a bag of grain to carry from the mill down to the grainery. Why grunting man has made a name for himself all over the realm (mostly as grunting man). I remember when he was a wee lad, grunting at anything that moved. Birds, signposts, bidets...

What was I saying? Ahhh... GRUNT GRUNT --

Grunting man to the rescue! Hooray Hooray! He comes to save the daaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyy!

Awww poor kid. Too bad it's the circus and not the State Fair where they could probably get some deep fried breaded broccoli dipped in chocolate to ease the sting of lifelong disappointment for this tearful lad. *promote

Congrats on your big beautiful diamond, you handsome lad.

You've proven yourself quite a big steaming pillar of sift.

Well done!

It was the first 13 seconds of the match.

No one minds a cheeky, brash Irish lad with a fast mouth and wit, as long as he can back it up. And it looks like Conor is the real deal.

Fuckin A. That's going to be killer.

I loved Evil Dead 2 since I was a lad, but just this year watched it again along with the first and third installments for the first time. It's hilarious that part 2 was effectively just a mulligan, almost an exact re-shoot of the first movie.

Part 1 tried to be just scary. Part 2 was the perfect blend of scary and hilarious. Part 3 just tried to be too funny. This one looks like it's going down that path, but hopefully it'll come off better. It looks great.

I wonder if he also mentions going back in time and all that.

Love Sam Axe. Good stuff.

Brings a tear to my eye.. good on you lads.

i only smoke when my buddy comes by with the chronic,but as a young lad i was in a state of perpetual stonage.

I can't help but wonder if the adorably sweet young lad knew what copacetic meant ... heehee. This video made me happy.

If they want this mission to succeed the hardest thing is going to be separating out the nutters. I would imagine the biggest risk to the people on the spaceship once they've made it into space is each other. Being locked up with three other people and no way to ever, ever get away from them, it's all going to be about who can make that happen.

There's a good reason the first men on the moon were military. Stress tested and hardened. While I can see the british lad in this video is very intelligent I'd still rather have someone like Neil Armstrong at my back if the shit hit the fan.

I can see how this is all trying to raise awareness of the project but I'll be amazed if they send anyone who isn't tried and tested.

On the one hand when the sticker goes on, a part of me thinks oh god, well that's a bit much. But then again, when they try to run the lads over they totally deserve it, and they do give repeated warnings about what WILL happen before they do it. I very rarely break any rules when i'm out driving, the very most i'll do is speed by 10 mph to keep with the flow of traffic instead of impeding it when everyone rushes home from work. But i'd like to think if i were in that situation, faced with their reasoned and polite arguments, i'd end up commending them before doing as they asked.

Many many moons ago when I was seventeen we started doing life drawing at my school. there were a few models they used but the most common two were a lady about thirty, nice looking, slightly plump but attractive and Alan. Alan was a thirtyish year old gay guy who was just very average looking. Physique wise he was 5' 10" or so, maybe just under 200lbs, slightly balding, wore glasses. Nothing offensive but as a seventeen year old lad I obviously started off preferring drawing boobies to schlong.

Thing is, I always drew better when drawing Alan because I just wasn't as distracted I suppose. He was a really nice guy and we got to know him pretty well over the year or so we did the class. I'd grown up doing a lot of sailing at a club with communal showers for the men so naked guys were no mystery to me. I wasn't offended by him and he certainly never did any poses like the guy in this video.

Fast forward ten years and I'm at a friend's house party. I know about half the people there and there's a lot of people from her work that I don't know. She worked at a medieval castle as a wench for their banquets and a lot of her actor colleagues were there. I kept catching the eye of this guy, forty years or so old, 5' 10" and just over 200lbs, pretty bald. You know when you get that feeling that you know someone? The face is familiar but you can't for the life of you remember where you've seen him before. Worse was the feeling that it was someone I knew quite well, not just someone I'd bumped into in the supermarket or something like that.

He looked puzzled by me too and we eventually got talking in the kitchen about where we knew each other from. We went through everything, from what we did for a job, where we'd worked, where we lived and drew blanks every time.

We went further and further back in time until he stopped, grinned and said 'you didn't go to Woodland's school did you?'

In that instant I knew exactly who he was, laughed and completely without thinking blurted 'Alan! I didn't recognise you with your clothes on!'

Of course it went quiet and I had to explain to my wife why I didn't recognise the gay guy with his clothes on (not helped by the fact that it was an all boys school). I still have paintings and drawings of him in my attic somewhere, which my wife was 'thrilled' to be shown!

Life drawing is great, and you don't need a 'fit' or attractive model. Anyone will do, in fact the more normal the better I think. It helps you look at what's there rather than any sort of ideal you might have in your head.