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What if you couldn't toggle it, though? That'll be interesting. Maybe it does already happen in FM. Just haven't been to a club with that savage a board yet.

Yes. And Season 4 has taken things up a notch, in fact.

They should implement this as a feature in FM19.

I'd thought about mentioning it but, meh. Smells Like Teen Spirit is an outlier, and none of the grunge follow-ups mattered as much.

Stuff like this:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_DtS6caVrQA

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nL31K4QfPRI

Don't wanna media embed it cause it's clogging up the page.

Has this stuff been getting any attention in clubs and the like?

It's an issue since Obama said they weren't Muslim. The definitions do matter.

The religious element is only one reason that IS are the way they are; there's also other reasons / causes such as consolidation of power. That's why they could simply be un-Muslim entirely, the same way you'd read the Bible and start killing people when it told you thou shalt not kill. Yes there's other parts of the Bible where they said you could kill in certain circumstances, but surely you get what I mean.

Don't get me wrong, I see them as genuinely Islamic as well, tolerance aside. But I can't let the reactionary, occasionally even neo-Nazi opinions pull wool over my eyes, because everyone has an agenda and so do the people who claim that the ISIS is indeed Muslim. I'll have to read that book for myself.

Are you Swedish or Danish? If Swedish, didn't Dungen release something this year? If Danish, I'm sorry that Junior Senior dominates your airwaves, Bobber has shared his grievances with me many a time.

Meanwhile, "mainstream" rock is doing fine I think; I'd look to acts like Hozier, Muse, Fall Out Boy, Imagine Dragons – their trade is still on the radio, not that I'd listen to them, of course (Hozier is fine).

Yeah, it's true, the early 00's wave of standard-serve rock music on radio has since plummeted pretty hard. I do miss the days that the Strokes and Franz Ferdinand were playing. Then again, that too was kind of a phase; What were you guys listening to before that? Michael Learns to Rock? Which songs defined the 90's? I'd say "Nothing Compares 2 U", "Truly Madly Deeply", hell, even "Gangsta's Paradise": Two ballads and a hip-hop song. Don't let your rock-tinted lenses trick you; Foo Fighters, Oasis and Blur aside, rock was already being ushered underground, subterranean below the pop music stratosphere. Arctic Monkeys, Blink 182 and Muse are literally blips in a sea of messy four-to-the-floor synthpop.

Where did "rock" go, then? I'd argue it's still on the radio, in fact – just in different forms. Kanye West's Graduation was as rock as rap albums go, structure-wise, rhythm-wise: It just seems built for that all-American big-stadium stage sound, like many classic rock records do. And where would 5 Seconds of Summer be without Green Day? If rock wasn't taken to be just guitar and drums, but instead the elements they essentially are: rhythm, lead, bass and beats, you'll see rock still pervades the radio, just in different forms.

Otherwise, my favourite rock (as in, rock rock) album of the year hit No. 8 on the US Billboard 200. I'm pretty excited that they're also doing a concert all the way in Singapore (where I stay). My friends are too, we're all stoked; maybe you just need to talk to other people about it.

No time for arse hairs Ips, there's no arse hairs in the foxhole

Same! Hendo was right, everybody gravitates to dance music eventually.

I mean, how can you not, right? It's literally the frontier of music - especially PC Music, everything Sophie's shit so far is 3D rendered gold.

Anybody put anything on Holm v. Rousey? In hindsight she was bound to lose, and I was bound to be a thousand dollars richer.

What up Waytey. You taught me to hate pop music, like how DJ Sprinkles taught me to hate Madonna.

I've decided to renounce Christianity and turn to the Almighty Dark Lord for spiritual validation, and like every self-respecting (LaVeyan) Satanist, I have to assert my denial of redemption in my poor choice of clothing.

VP, what do you think of footwork?

The world at large should really start considering if the Islamic State is Islamic at all. We've got one hand calling it fundamentalist, the other calling it extremist – Two definitions that need to be absolutely separated, lest we 1) see more (educated) Muslims smuggling themselves to Syria to fight the Holy War or 2) start an international race war.

Question: If you were to buy a Quran, do you have to have it shipped in nondescript brown paper like Penthouse? Or will you not only be detained but labelled a racist too? Asking for a friend.

Have you seen it? Because I do not want to see it. Please watch it and describe your reaction in full detail in a response below so that I can know what it feels like to be traumatised without actually being exposed to trauma. It's just like watching people eat food on YouTube, or actually more like watching horror reactions to scary games (camera pointed towards gamer).

Any word out yet on how exactly he died? People think it's the kidney but kidney failure won't make you drop dead in a sudden.

Girls suffer for fashion, have you ever tried to tread your eyebrows before? Those sick fucks actually enjoy the pain

Perhaps, just as the deaf are so much keener in their sight, so too are the colour-blind, who will be less let down by crisps

Don't shave that hair!!!

I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to you, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble taking a shit.

No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique. It seems my ass-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my asscheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butthair dwelling. Eventually I would have to do two things: either reach down with some paper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its Can't-Be-Flushed threshold.

I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea. "Hey! This is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don't I just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg!" I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. "How many Indians could there be?" said by General Custer. "Looks like a good day for a drive!" by JFK. "There! America On-Line now has complete Usenet access!" by some idiot system tech. Such was my anal shaving idea.

I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my ass of hair. Occassionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair and miscellaneous slime, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn baby. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. My ass was smooth as ivory. I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over.

Little did I know.

I now have a great respect for anal-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for class. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two asscheeks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry.

Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic shit particles - molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky poo / sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch. God-DAMN, did it itch! Felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm.

Unfortunately again, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny cane-toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted to dry my ass off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks. As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a 4 block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering shit/sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my ass cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own excrement blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: "It will be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks."

Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping my ass at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for ass-hair - ventilation. I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my asscheeks. Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil.

As if that wasn't enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone who has ever shaved anything knows, when hair is first growing in, it comes in as stubble. Imagine your ass having the texture of a brillo pad. Well, that is what I am dealing with now. It is a hellish torture, and there are many times when I just look out the window and contemplate why I shouldn't just jump out and get it all over with in one fleshy splat, rather than endure this constant agony.

Friends, DON'T SHAVE YOUR ASS-HAIR!

I thought it was awful really. Some of its jokes were abysmal. Its sciencey elements and premise may be novel, but none of it will do if Weir characterises as if he'd never interacted with another human being before- or was that intentional? Either way, Weir writes like a high schooler who binge watches, and draws comedic inspiration from, YouTube Let's Plays.

I just read Jitterbug Perfume by Tom Robbins; it's about some dudes trying to make the best perfume ever. It was great at the start, a wild, time-leaping ride, but it descended into in-your-face mystic morality whose lecturing tone took away a good portion of the finishing poignancy. It also occasionally had Weir-tier toilet jokes but some of its imagery was hilarious.

It was fantastic. I've a couple of Indonesian friends who can tell me their parents have witnessed this first-hand. I can't remember if this was mentioned in the movie, but many ethnic Chinese families changed their Chinese-sounding surnames to Bahasa-ish ones to avoid persecution, like "Zhang" to "Cahya", "Ang" to "Ariyanto", "Ng" to "Ngadi".

Just watched Adaptation. I didn't know Cage could pull off two convincing performances, let alone one.

Probably because, as you said, a lot of people don't like spicy food. Their virginal tastebuds are so uncannily sensitive to even the tiniest prick of spice, they'll threaten to sue any food company for selling a pack of chips with any spice at all without having listed it as Ultra Spicy, which also sounds like someone you should keep away from children. It's all relative.



People take pictures of the summer just in case someone thought they had missed it, and to prove that it really existed.

Now now, all that is Danish is not Junior Senior.

Mad hyped for Iceage's new album. Their new Nick Cave country kinda song worked well for the first single.

Just watched Django Unchained, Her and Inside Llewyn Davis.

Inside Llewyn Davis > Her > Django Unchained.

This may probably be the reason, because if you haven't been working out regularly your muscles probably aren't as well-developed to support your knees, especially in a hard start-stop sport like football because it's pretty jarring to the knee.

Now that's it's rather worn out you should focus on training those quads or something. Squats (done properly, this is very important) and hamstring exercises will be good. Don't do too much though (otherwise you're all for the gains, brah).

If you like running (and you should run too) and you strike on your heels you could try landing mid-foot or forefoot instead. Landing heel-first will put more pressure on your knees, while landing further up the foot will shift that pressure on your ankles instead, so if you're planning to transition, go slow and do short distances at the start (even just half a km for the first time). If not, you could end up hurting your ankles and getting all sorts of funky injuries like calcaneal spurs or plantar fasciitis. In the meantime you'll also get pretty huge calves.

Let him have it, man. Arsenal fans haven't had much chance to do so since I can't remember when. They're dying for it.

Massive shoulder.

Good god... This was probably before I was born.

Is that a Bruce Springsteen song?