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I've been a little off my blog-game, so I thought the best way to start would be with some SG Homework from @missy.

My father and best friend's been skating for some years now, picked it back up in his early 30's and is doing his best to roll with it. This man's broken every bone in his body. Now in his early 40's, it'd...
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pwnchstr:
I know the feeling. Just have fun.
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mrwaverly:
A kind of opposite to that, is a girlfriend I had back in 1982, used to be allowed, by me, to paint my fingernails with black nail polish (my nails are dreadful - I've bitten them all my life), but when done, it was usually removed. As time went by, I kind of liked the look (I was a punk, but loved the first waves of goth music. Still do.), and one day, we went out for a drive in the country. Where I live, in England, is pretty rural, full of tiny ancient villages, complete with the 'You aint from round these parts, are yer?' mentality. We stopped at a  pub, and the miserable old scroat behind the bar refused to serve me not because of the leather jacket, the 'Southern Death Cult' shirt, or any of the other stuff, not even the beaded, braided bits of hair I had at the time. No. It was the black nail polish. 'Fair turns my stomach' he muttered. Old bastard.😉