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I remember going to see Stephen Hawkins to show him a revolutionary way of counting, I arrived and was introduced to Stephen and after brief exchange of pleasantries I held out my hands and showed him how to get to ten with just my fingers.
Stephen looked less than impressed but once I took off my shoes and socks and hit twenty I could see the excitement on his face, it was either excitement or he perhaps needed winding by his carer, nonetheless, he responded via his computer which said "get out of here you fucking moron" , Im sure he meant to say, "you need to stay with me and teach me all you know" but I suppose it got lost in translation.
Anyway, I will be updating this thread regularly to show what a full and exiting life I have led....
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I remember going to see Stephen Hawkins to show him a revolutionary way of counting, I arrived and was introduced to Stephen and after brief exchange of pleasantries I held out my hands and showed him how to get to ten with just my fingers.
Stephen looked less than impressed but once I took off my shoes and socks and hit twenty I could see the excitement on his face, it was either excitement or he perhaps needed winding by his carer, nonetheless, he responded via his computer which said "get out of here you fucking moron" , Im sure he meant to say, "you need to stay with me and teach me all you know" but I suppose it got lost in translation.
Anyway, I will be updating this thread regularly to show what a full and exiting life I have led....
Sorry, if it ain't Eric, it ain't credible.
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Who the fuck is Stephen Hawkins?
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Who the fuck is Stephen Hawkins?
Stephen Hawkings cleverer brother...
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I remember going to see Stephen Hawkins to show him a revolutionary way of counting, I arrived and was introduced to Stephen and after brief exchange of pleasantries I held out my hands and showed him how to get to ten with just my fingers.
Stephen looked less than impressed but once I took off my shoes and socks and hit twenty I could see the excitement on his face, it was either excitement or he perhaps needed winding by his carer, nonetheless, he responded via his computer which said "get out of here you fucking moron" , Im sure he meant to say, "you need to stay with me and teach me all you know" but I suppose it got lost in translation.
Anyway, I will be updating this thread regularly to show what a full and exiting life I have led....
I heard that when you met Mr. Hawking, you rolled away in a wheelchair with a much larger motor than his had (you used to race wheelchairs behind the gym on Sundays) and that the last thing you remember is glancing in the side mirrors at his sad, distorted face.
(http://www.wheelchairs.com/photos/accessories/mirroronbph.jpg)
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I don't get this. Am I missing something?
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Stephen Hawkings cleverer brother...
You are 0 for 2 dude. His name is Stephen Hawking.
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You are 0 for 2 dude. His name is Stephen Hawking.
"Stephen Hawking cleverer brother"
Shit, I missed a ' before the s
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I don't get this. Am I missing something?
not sure mate, I on the other hand have never missed anything, in fact I once found "Wally" in 2.3 seconds, I was going through a Wheres Wally book in rehab with Serge Nubret, Serge couldn't find it due to having his painkillers, I had mine but they dont work on me and i was sharp as a tack.
I also managed to get the numbers of 43 nurses.
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not sure mate, I on the other hand have never missed anything, in fact I once found "Wally" in 2.3 seconds, I was going through a Wheres Wally book in rehab with Serge Nubret, Serge couldn't find it due to having his painkillers, I had mine but they dont work on me and i was sharp as a tack.
I also managed to get the numbers of 43 nurses.
Was he rude to everyone? Even his family?
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Was he rude to everyone? Even his family?
Goes without saying....
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Goes without saying....
And he didn't take kindly to disrespect - Not in the Hospital etc etc.
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And he didn't take kindly to disrespect - Not in the Hospital etc etc.
Now, you mention hospitals, I was once visiting a friend in hospital and there were some contractors working outside, they looked a little confused, I asked could I help and it turned out they had lost their blueprints for the planned extension to the maternity wing, I had some wallpaper in the trunk of my pickup truck so I rolled out out and using a pencil and my eye, I designed the wing based on their accounts from memory, they offered to pay me but I told them it was 'on the house, or 'on the hospital', they all laughed and gave me a round of applause, as I walked away one shouted, you should be onstage mate, you look awesome.
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Now, you mention hospitals, I was once visiting a friend in hospital and there were some contractors working outside, they looked a little confused, I asked could I help and it turned out they had lost their blueprints for the planned extension to the maternity wing, I had some wallpaper in the trunk of my pickup truck so I rolled out out and using a pencil and my eye, I designed the wing based on their accounts from memory, they offered to pay me but I told them it was 'on the house, or 'on the hospital', they all laughed and gave me a round of applause, as I walked away one shouted, you should be onstage mate, you look awesome.
;D LOL!!! MOAR!
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Someone my dad knew swore that during a day at work down the pit he stood up and banged his head so hard his eyeballs fell out, then he proceeded to walk to the doctors surgery holiding his eyeballs up in his hands so he could see where he was going and sat calmly in the waiting room till the doctor had a cancellation and had time to put his eyeballs back in for him.
He also claimed he smoked a cigarette on a non smoking flight by hanging out the open door secured with a piece of rope round his waist.
Still pales in comparison to a certain gentleman’s exploits
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Good stuff! LOL :D
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One day I was thumbing a lift to the gym as I'd just got out of prison, when I passed a hospital, and as I happened to have an abcess on my shoulder, not from injecting dirty gear, I infact got bitten by a downs syndrome person, I decided to call in and have it removed. While there I filled up on all the free tea and toast, the paramedics brought in a guy on a stretcher who had been dead six days, I at once brought the skills I'd learned in first aid at the weekend course I got my trainers qualification at, and brought the man back to life. I was asked by the hospital senior staff to become head surgeon on $100,000 a month but I wanted to follow my dream of selling protein shakes at the front desk of a struggling gym. The managers were disappointed but I hit some poses for them and they cheered and remarked I should compete.
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I disgrace myself by getting up every morning
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I was walking home from a party the other night, which happened to be a very productive night, there were lots of people there, and some women recognized me from the gym and said, "Hey, i have seen you around, you should compete." I told her that I didn't compete, but she still said she wanted me to train her, so i gave her my business card, this girl happens to know Tom Cruise and told me I should train him to. but when i was walking home from the party, 5 guys approached me with guns and knives, they saw me and what kind of conditioning i was in, and they decided to step off and not rob me, whats funny is that i recognized one of them from my old neighborhood, and we got to talking, and i decided to train all his friends, funny they also asked me if i ever competed.
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I smell like piss
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Now, you mention hospitals, I was once visiting a friend in hospital and there were some contractors working outside, they looked a little confused, I asked could I help and it turned out they had lost their blueprints for the planned extension to the maternity wing, I had some wallpaper in the trunk of my pickup truck so I rolled out out and using a pencil and my eye, I designed the wing based on their accounts from memory, they offered to pay me but I told them it was 'on the house, or 'on the hospital', they all laughed and gave me a round of applause, as I walked away one shouted, you should be onstage mate, you look awesome.
;D
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I remember going to see Stephen Hawkins to show him a revolutionary way of counting, I arrived and was introduced to Stephen and after brief exchange of pleasantries I held out my hands and showed him how to get to ten with just my fingers.
Stephen looked less than impressed but once I took off my shoes and socks and hit twenty I could see the excitement on his face, it was either excitement or he perhaps needed winding by his carer, nonetheless, he responded via his computer which said "get out of here you fucking moron" , Im sure he meant to say, "you need to stay with me and teach me all you know" but I suppose it got lost in translation.
Anyway, I will be updating this thread regularly to show what a full and exiting life I have led....
Who is Steven Hawkins? Are you referring to my (sort of) cousin, Steven Hawkings?
This man
(http://www.hawking.org.uk/uploads/1/2/2/1/12210141/swh-1-web.jpg?233)
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Who is Steven Hawkins? Are you referring to my (sort of) cousin, Steven Hawkings?
This man
(http://www.hawking.org.uk/uploads/1/2/2/1/12210141/swh-1-web.jpg?233)
Fishing for us to ask you about your (sort of) relation to Steven Hawkling is not going to work.
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Fishing for us to ask you about your (sort of) relation to Steven Hawkling is not going to work.
Okay. It's no big deal anyway.
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Who is Steven Hawkins? Are you referring to my (sort of) cousin, Steven Hawkings?
This man
(http://www.hawking.org.uk/uploads/1/2/2/1/12210141/swh-1-web.jpg?233)
His name is Hawking, no s
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His name is Hawking, no s
Right....you got me. ;D
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In my days of bullfighting, i moved to Spain, because here in Portugal bulls use padding in the horns (not hardcore enough).
One day, one of the bulls horn perfurated my quad, right in my injection site, and, in anger, i killed the bull with my own hands. I was 300lbs with abs in those days.
When i got to the hospital, doctors told me i was very lucky because the horn didn't hit any major arterie, and even drained a cyst i had, from bad gear, filled with puss.
Strangest coincidence, after surgery, i found myself sharing the hospital room with Antonio Banderas, who was there recovering from an anal fistula surgery.
Within a week, the entire hospital was out of morphine, because i was using so much, due to my superman like tolerance to meds. I begg them for Advil, but they said it was very dangerous, i could get permanent kidney failure.
After leaving the hospital, i settled in Madrid, where i started training Paco Bautista, that would later become a Pro.
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In my days of bullfighting, i moved to Spain, because here in Portugal bulls use padding in the horns (not hardcore enough).
One day, one of the bulls horn perfurated my quad, right in my injection site, and, in anger, i killed the bull with my own hands. I was 300lbs with abs in those days.
When i got to the hospital, doctors told me i was very lucky because the horn didn't hit any major arterie, and even drained a cyst i had, from bad gear, filled with puss.
Strangest coincidence, after surgery, i found myself sharing the hospital room with Antonio Banderas, who was there recovering from an anal fistula surgery.
Within a week, the entire hospital was out of morphine, because i was using so much, due to my superman like tolerance to meds. I begg them for Advil, but they said it was very dangerous, i could get permanent kidney failure.
After leaving the hospital, i settled in Madrid, where i started training Paco Bautista, that would later become a Pro.
Hi Steven Seagal.
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I still have very fond memories of growing up as an orphaned beggar on the dangerous, crime infested streets of Calcutta. Sometimes the other beggar boys would beat me and steal the few rupees I had managed to collect from merciful tourists, leaving me bloody and destitute. I would often pray to Indra, king of the Gods that he would send someone to teach me to fight - pleading with the deity for hours until my eyes were red from tears.
One blessed day I was arrested for shoplifting mangos at the market and thrown into a damp underground jail. As my eyes slowly adjusted to the dim lighting of the cell, I noticed an American man in the corner of the cell with a large handi-capped tiger tattoo, as our eyes met across the concrete tiles - I knew that Indra had heard my pleas. The 2 hours I spent in that cell with the American were all it took for him to train me in 4 different combat styles and add 2 inches to my biceps.
When the jailor came he set free a completely different man , I went on to compete and win the Mr. Homeless Calcutta competition the very next day, raping my competition from every angle. I quit my job as a street urchin/ beggar and started selling home cooked steroids for my jail mentor who had moved back to the United States and trained Hollywood movie stars in-between posting on getbig and handling disrespect.
I often reflect on the knowledge entrusted to me that day, information about correctly combining opiates and benzos , the proper methods of heroin filtration and how to tell if a Tijuana hooker has AIDS from her pussy's taste - and I smile, imagining how it will be to pass the secret wisdom on to my children (Indra willing) ...
I am thankful for my jail friend from America and all he did for me - even though he was quite rude to every one else in the cell , even family......
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I still have very fond memories of growing up as an orphaned beggar on the dangerous, crime infested streets of Calcutta. Sometimes the other beggar boys would beat me and steal the few rupees I had managed to collect from merciful tourists, leaving me bloody and destitute. I would often pray to Indra, king of the Gods that he would send someone to teach me to fight - pleading with the deity for hours until my eyes were red from tears.
One blessed day I was arrested for shoplifting mangos at the market and thrown into a damp underground jail. As my eyes slowly adjusted to the dim lighting of the cell, I noticed an American man in the corner of the cell with a large handi-capped tiger tattoo, as our eyes met across the concrete tiles - I knew that Indra had heard my pleas. The 2 hours I spent in that cell with the American were all it took for him to train me in 4 different combat styles and add 2 inches to my biceps.
When the jailor came he set free a completely different man , I went on to compete and win the Mr. Homeless Calcutta competition the very next day, raping my competition from every angle. I quit my job as a street urchin/ beggar and started selling home cooked steroids for my jail mentor who had moved back to the United States and trained Hollywood movie stars in-between posting on getbig and handling disrespect.
I often reflect on the knowledge entrusted to me that day, information about correctly combining opiates and benzos , the proper methods of heroin filtration and how to tell if a Tijuana hooker has AIDS from her pussy's taste - and I smile, imagining how it will be to pass the secret wisdom on to my children (Indra willing) ...
I am thankful for my jail friend from America and all he did for me - even though he was quite rude to every one else in the cell , even family......
best one yet, kudos.. ;D
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I still have very fond memories of growing up as an orphaned beggar on the dangerous, crime infested streets of Calcutta. Sometimes the other beggar boys would beat me and steal the few rupees I had managed to collect from merciful tourists, leaving me bloody and destitute. I would often pray to Indra, king of the Gods that he would send someone to teach me to fight - pleading with the deity for hours until my eyes were red from tears.
One blessed day I was arrested for shoplifting mangos at the market and thrown into a damp underground jail. As my eyes slowly adjusted to the dim lighting of the cell, I noticed an American man in the corner of the cell with a large handi-capped tiger tattoo, as our eyes met across the concrete tiles - I knew that Indra had heard my pleas. The 2 hours I spent in that cell with the American were all it took for him to train me in 4 different combat styles and add 2 inches to my biceps.
When the jailor came he set free a completely different man , I went on to compete and win the Mr. Homeless Calcutta competition the very next day, raping my competition from every angle. I quit my job as a street urchin/ beggar and started selling home cooked steroids for my jail mentor who had moved back to the United States and trained Hollywood movie stars in-between posting on getbig and handling disrespect.
I often reflect on the knowledge entrusted to me that day, information about correctly combining opiates and benzos , the proper methods of heroin filtration and how to tell if a Tijuana hooker has AIDS from her pussy's taste - and I smile, imagining how it will be to pass the secret wisdom on to my children (Indra willing) ...
I am thankful for my jail friend from America and all he did for me - even though he was quite rude to every one else in the cell , even family......
;D
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glad you didn't count to 21
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I still have very fond memories of growing up as an orphaned beggar on the dangerous, crime infested streets of Calcutta. Sometimes the other beggar boys would beat me and steal the few rupees I had managed to collect from merciful tourists, leaving me bloody and destitute. I would often pray to Indra, king of the Gods that he would send someone to teach me to fight - pleading with the deity for hours until my eyes were red from tears.
One blessed day I was arrested for shoplifting mangos at the market and thrown into a damp underground jail. As my eyes slowly adjusted to the dim lighting of the cell, I noticed an American man in the corner of the cell with a large handi-capped tiger tattoo, as our eyes met across the concrete tiles - I knew that Indra had heard my pleas. The 2 hours I spent in that cell with the American were all it took for him to train me in 4 different combat styles and add 2 inches to my biceps.
When the jailor came he set free a completely different man , I went on to compete and win the Mr. Homeless Calcutta competition the very next day, raping my competition from every angle. I quit my job as a street urchin/ beggar and started selling home cooked steroids for my jail mentor who had moved back to the United States and trained Hollywood movie stars in-between posting on getbig and handling disrespect.
I often reflect on the knowledge entrusted to me that day, information about correctly combining opiates and benzos , the proper methods of heroin filtration and how to tell if a Tijuana hooker has AIDS from her pussy's taste - and I smile, imagining how it will be to pass the secret wisdom on to my children (Indra willing) ...
I am thankful for my jail friend from America and all he did for me - even though he was quite rude to every one else in the cell , even family......
(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/36/d6/96/36d6969e0705c18558176ec9e268d24d.gif)