'Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead
Or a yawing hole in a battered head
And the scuppers clogged with rotting red
And there they lay I damn me eyes
All lookouts clapped on Paradise
All souls bound just contrarywise, yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Ancient gay clubs, thats awesome, always knew the greeks were a liberal people :P. I wonder what happend if one dude was actual gay and got a boner while working out.
The nerve is called the "nerve of awareness". You cant dissect it. Its a current that runs up the center of your spine. I dont know if any of you have sat down, crossed your legs, smoked DMT, and watch what happens... but what happens to me is this big thing goes RRRRRRRRRAAAAAWWW! up my spine and flashes in my brain... well apparently thats whats going to happen if I do this stuff...
'Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead
Or a yawing hole in a battered head
And the scuppers clogged with rotting red
And there they lay I damn me eyes
All lookouts clapped on Paradise
All souls bound just contrarywise, yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
rofl, yeah they were known for being innovative!
What if they were on a break, I mean thats a smörgåsbord of naked bodies right there!
As much as I'm for equality that would be plain painful, even if you manage to keep control of your member downstairs you would still have all these teenage boys working on looking buff unable to control themselves, I'd rather not see a bunch of errected weiners when I work out :P
Oh and thats a good thing about getting older, you don't, well at least I don't have to deal with unexpected hardons(at least not to the same degree as the teenage years) :P
The nerve is called the "nerve of awareness". You cant dissect it. Its a current that runs up the center of your spine. I dont know if any of you have sat down, crossed your legs, smoked DMT, and watch what happens... but what happens to me is this big thing goes RRRRRRRRRAAAAAWWW! up my spine and flashes in my brain... well apparently thats whats going to happen if I do this stuff...
Pretty sure that attempting to take a naked class picture at an American High School would get people expelled.
'Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead
Or a yawing hole in a battered head
And the scuppers clogged with rotting red
And there they lay I damn me eyes
All lookouts clapped on Paradise
All souls bound just contrarywise, yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
You need something ridiculous like 50%+ absence(could be more, I haven't looked, because so far I haven't ever missed a lot of classes up to and including 9th grade which I'm about to finish) to get expelled at most gymnasiums. Getting expelled is much more common in "efterskoler"(pretty sure thats a very danish thing, with no real equivalents in other countries), but thats usually because of drugs/alcohol/sexual activities and not because of missing classes(which is kinda hard to do when you live next to your classroom, pretty much).
It really does take a lot of work to get kicked out of any public educational institution, though. The worst you'll usually get in the first 10 years of school is a week off, which is a pretty silly punishment imo.
Yeah I don't think it was possible to be expelled when I was in the gymnasium, but if you skipped class too much(I don't remember the % of missed classes) you had your "student money" withdrawn, I think I was averaging around 10%, which isn't that much, you need to skipp a lot more classes to see any real consequences.
The nerve is called the "nerve of awareness". You cant dissect it. Its a current that runs up the center of your spine. I dont know if any of you have sat down, crossed your legs, smoked DMT, and watch what happens... but what happens to me is this big thing goes RRRRRRRRRAAAAAWWW! up my spine and flashes in my brain... well apparently thats whats going to happen if I do this stuff...
/spank
It also depends on the teacher, as he/she has to report you, if you are worried, just send them a mail, should do the trick.
Going by what my aunt says, she is a teacher, most teachers(at least the ones she work with) don't base the grades etc on class presence but only really on the test results, as long as they know the student is still interested in the class it should be fine.
The nerve is called the "nerve of awareness". You cant dissect it. Its a current that runs up the center of your spine. I dont know if any of you have sat down, crossed your legs, smoked DMT, and watch what happens... but what happens to me is this big thing goes RRRRRRRRRAAAAAWWW! up my spine and flashes in my brain... well apparently thats whats going to happen if I do this stuff...
The nerve is called the "nerve of awareness". You cant dissect it. Its a current that runs up the center of your spine. I dont know if any of you have sat down, crossed your legs, smoked DMT, and watch what happens... but what happens to me is this big thing goes RRRRRRRRRAAAAAWWW! up my spine and flashes in my brain... well apparently thats whats going to happen if I do this stuff...
'Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead
Or a yawing hole in a battered head
And the scuppers clogged with rotting red
And there they lay I damn me eyes
All lookouts clapped on Paradise
All souls bound just contrarywise, yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
I'm studying with people who are 5-7 years(on average) younger Reeve, funny how a few years can feel like half a lifetime at times
I feel like gandalf the grey at times, and I'm 27. rofl
The nerve is called the "nerve of awareness". You cant dissect it. Its a current that runs up the center of your spine. I dont know if any of you have sat down, crossed your legs, smoked DMT, and watch what happens... but what happens to me is this big thing goes RRRRRRRRRAAAAAWWW! up my spine and flashes in my brain... well apparently thats whats going to happen if I do this stuff...
I'm 28 and definitely the youngun' at the office, where most of the people are in their 50s. Sometimes I worry I spend so much time around old people I forget how to be a late 20s kind of guy. Even my friends outside work are in their mid 30s and the women I date are too often in their 40s. So when I come on this forum and hear people talking about high school projects it makes me feel kind of funny.
'Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead
Or a yawing hole in a battered head
And the scuppers clogged with rotting red
And there they lay I damn me eyes
All lookouts clapped on Paradise
All souls bound just contrarywise, yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!