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This Old Man Ain't Playing Around!
[THSC] Would You Join The Toppat Clan?
Rock Hard Challenge Winner 2018: Jason Mcbeath
Rock Hard Challenge Winner 2018: Jason Mcbeath
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Jason Mcbeath THE VOTES ARE IN AND JASON MCBEATH IS THE 2018 ROCK HARD CHALLENGE CHAMPION!
Name: Jason Mcbeath Age: 36 Starting Weight: 230 lbs. Ending Weight: 218 lbs. Height: 6’3″ Location: Biloxi, MS
Muscle & Fitness: What motivated you to take on the Rock Hard Challenge?
Jason Mcbeath: I did the transformation because I needed something…
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a little character design thing. not too much thought put into it
Charges Laid In Single Vehicle Collision
Charges Laid In Single Vehicle Collision @OPP_News @OPP_WR #DangerousDriving
By Travis Parsons (CORUNNA, ON) – The OPP has concluded its investigation into a single vehicle vehicle collision which occurred on September 18 when the vehicle was found on its roof with two people located just outside. The driver was transported to hospital by Lambton EMS with serious, but non-life threatening, injuries. The passenger, 22, from Sarnia, only sustained minor injuries as a result…
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Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full Of direst cruelty. Make thick my blood, Stop up th’access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between Th’ effect and it. Come to my woman’s breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd’ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature’s mischief. Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry ‘Hold, hold!’
William Shakespeare - Macbeth (Act 1, Scene 5)