Jonathan ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
There was a guy in the krav training yesterday without a cup. Definitely from out of town. Didn't get to fight him, but maybe tomorrow. We'll see if he's gone shopping.
At one instructor training course, the teacher told us to check if our partners were wearing cups before doing a particular move. Everyone he was talking to reached over and touched their partner's groin. The teacher cracked up in horrified hysterics. "I meant you to *ask*!"
good news. but why dogs are so drawn to catboxes is beyond me.
At one instructor training course, the teacher told us to check if our partners were wearing cups before doing a particular move. Everyone he was talking to reached over and touched their partner's groin. The teacher cracked up in horrified hysterics. "I meant you to *ask*!"
Just goes to show that Krav instructors are all a bunch of pervs....
Just goes to show that Krav instructors are all a bunch of pervs....Or that gropage beats talky meat.
Don't know, Beth. Mom and I have wanted to write a kids' book called "Sometimes, Dogs Are Icky" for a few years now.
It was determined yesterday that I may fall into the category of cougar. I asked the 22 year old instructor hearing this term for the first time if that meant I couldn't grab his ass anymore. He said that it made it more fun this way.
Let's not talk of the instructors I've had leashed.
And I'm the good girl.
They are pervs. I'm just chipper.
Let's not talk of the instructors I've had leashed.
And I'm the good girl.
They are pervs. I'm just chipper.
One of them was 17! I'm not buying this "good girl" routine, you krav-perv (kerv?).
I'm not buying this "good girl" routine
I am good. Or I'd be dead...
One of the students (about 24) was staring at the 17yr old instructor's breasts as he was asking her to show him some stretches. She came bolting over to share her shock, and one of the male instructors caught wind of it and threatened to go out and beat the tar out of the poor guy.
May the gods forgive any guy that lays an unwelcome hand on her where we catch wind of it. Because they will be receiving him for judgment shortly thereafter.
After a night out drinking, Joshua Hanson was horsing around with two friends on the 17th floor of the Hyatt Regency in downtown Minneapolis early Saturday morning when he apparently lost his balance and crashed through a floor-to-ceiling window.
He fell 16 stories. And lived.
Ye gods. And he may only have a broken leg.
Maybe that article could have had more CYA vaguefications in it.