TheBaronOfFratton

Oh... were all the former Baronesses "impy" in a kind of way?

I like them all... but I´m really falling into Eniko recently, since I´ve seen this video with young models getting asked various questions, she was so funny she seems to have a huge personality there

^I think Eniko is so effortlessly sexy. You know when you just get the impression that somebody's good between the sheets?!

And, yeah, I suppose the former Baroness was - as were many of the pretenders...

Yeah!! I know that feeling you just look at the woman and it blinks to your brain without even thinking about it btw I love her laugh and smile... so so endearing

I need to check her thread more often!!

Hm, but many models are very fit actually... I mean, very fit. However... I never tried the hardness of Flavia´s breasts :evil:

Well, I'm very fit technically as in compared to the average person. I can carry a grown man up several flights of stairs, but with my huge belly none would call me a 'fitness man' . By fitness woman I mean not just fit enough to aid you in a separate profession but fit enough to make a living by way of your fitness alone. Even Doutzen wouldn't qualify although she may be better off than some since some use questinable subsances though not all. In this case, most specifically a muscular woman...

...since if a woman is muscular in general then that is the natural weakness of my hard boob rule since muscular women have harder chests anyway.

On the other hand, in Japan they have much more advanced procedures than we have over here so there's aren't as hard as ours are but people just assume they're fake anyway just because they're Asian. I had a girlfriend that was older than me who just randomly showed back up one day with fake boobs and it was the weirdest thing because she didn't mention it in any way so it was really funny and slightly off putting at the same time . They were defintiely better before as a side note.

THAT is a really fit woman? I thought it was a really ugly man that´s just too much for me!!

I´ve hear that in Japan it´s quite regular, all these surgeries... I just don´t get it. They so much want to look any way than they actually look - while they actually look amazing (I mean, not ALL asian women, but generally, the asian types) - it´s just insane.

That must have been a real shock, Joe... whow. How did you cope with it??

Its exactly what you think . Drunk cousin promised his girlfriend (who he works with) he'd stop drinking. I couldn't find his car and it was a nice walk to mine (because the cheapest pay to park spot was farther away) so I had to haul his sorry arse up the stairs so she wouldn't see him as she was coming down.

Nice work

Hey B, thank you for voting in my comp... that was so nice of you

Big fan of football Baron? If so explain how one plays on the field below?

^ Football?! look at you being alll european like Good on ya!

^ Football?! look at you being alll european like Good on ya!

I don't know though, as long as you changed ends at half-time it'll all even out. I'm sure I've played on worse. Once I ran a cross-country race in Beirut, and afterwards we were told that they hadn't properly cleared the route from land-mines!!! :shock:

Anyway, how about your basketball on this:

^ Or better yet, rugby. With the shape of the ball who knows where it would lead you

^ Football?! look at you being alll european like Good on ya!

^Next stop: "knickers" instead of "panties"! Knickers always sound so much more rude...

Indeed, I've found when I say "Knickers" always creates some form of amusement when I talk to anyone else but the europeans

Angela's Special Talent

^ That just makes me feel wired

If that was her legs however....

Angela's Special Talent

it must be fun to not have fats.

That was so creepy I was just waiting for her arm to break off

haha my ass has gotten bigger through the ages lol!

i drew a picture of her from an h+m photospread

DAAMMMM

As you can see, none of those really helped - and my mind was ablaze with what it could all mean??? However I've just tried again, and although it wasn't anywhere near as exciting as what was playing in my head ( ) that is quite a parlour trick!

I believe Joe can break out of handcuffs or something like that too (if I recall correctly?), so maybe they could set up a escapologist reality TV show together - I'm going for 'above averange'...

So here is an extract of my blog whilst i was traveling.

Note I am not trying to get the sympathy vote. I have just been told it's quite an interesting read. So thought you might enjoy it.

Even though we intentionally made an early start to avoid the heat of the sun, it quickly became apparent that it was in vain. As by 9:45am we were all glugging copious amounts of water just to keep us going. Nonetheless despite the heat it wasn’t long before we made it to the entrance. We all paid our fee and then proceeded to make our way into the caves by walking over marshy fields and then walking up some very narrow stairs, which eventually lead us inside the cave itself. It was rather easy at first as we journeyed into the cave, as the ground was fairly stable with not too much gradient. We would stop off at certain points to take a picture and then continue our way deeper into the cave. After a while however we found the walk becoming more and more tricky and eventually found ourselves scrambling up mini cliff faces and placing our hands on various rocks in order to balance ourselves in order to get to the next point. This continued for a little while until we were finally presented with the last part of the cave.

Now, they claimed it to be a footpath but it was far from it. It was a rather steep and incredibly precarious cliff face. At the bottom of the cliff face there was a bamboo ladder that we were expected to climb down for the remaining twenty-five feet. Once you made it to ground level you could wander through the slit like gap in the rock and supposedly walk out of the exit. As soon as I saw the challenge that I was presented with I instantly felt a little nervous. I really wasn’t convinced that I was capable of getting myself down to the exit. In fact I wasn’t the only one feeling a little skeptical, we all were. Tom was the first one to pluck up the courage and made his way down to a ledge that was inbetween the bottom of the cliff and at the top of the ladder. He would then guide us down the cliff path and then help us on to the ladder. As I watched the others one by one gingerly bum shuffle their way down by placing their feet on foot holds to steady themselves, I was still up the top trying to evaluate whether or not this was indeed possible. Having one hand really effects my balance and it is in situations like these that it’s exploited the most. So I really did want to make sure I was comfortable and truly believe it was possible. Before long all three of them had made it down. Tom then looked up to me and said “what’s it going to be then Harry….” at this very moment I was still undecided but then I looked at Tom’s hand and got surge of adrenaline. Which was swiftly followed by the thought, “well if he can do it with one hand I sure as hell can” and before I knew it I was placing my bum on the ground and gently sliding my way down. “that’s the spirit Harry” Tom shouted up, as he encouraged me down whilst telling me where to place my feet on the footholds. Eventually after a few nervy moments I found myself nearing the top of the ladder. Tom then instructed me to turn onto my belly which I did. I then started to place my left foot on to the ladder. I really didn’t feel at all in control as I unknowingly searched for the first rung. I was really leaving a lot of trust in Tom to direct me. At this point my heart was banging away and I was trembling quite alot. Eventually however I made contact with the first rung. I wasn’t at all certain about how stable I was so I lifted my left foot back up to have a second attempt and in doing so shifted all my weight to my right. Then all of a sudden a terrible pain simply rocketed up my right knee, a pain that I never felt before. So intense that it consumed my whole body and crippled me. I knew instantly that I was in trouble and yelled out in pain. “Woah, woah, i need to stop” I cried, “you’re alright Harry, you can do it” Tom replied back. “No seriously we need to stop” I lay there breathing deeply wondering what the hell had I done to myself. I then somehow turned myself around to look at the extent of the damage. Now, I knew I’d hurt myself, however even I was surprised to see to see how bad it was. Consequently, my eyes were out on stalks in shock and horror; not only had my knee cap popped out but it had swung all the way around to the right hand side. Let’s say for example the correct position was at 12pm then it was nearing 3pm. I didn’t have long to survey the damage mind. With not much support from my injured leg I started to slide down the gravelly cliff face towards the ladder again and edge of the cliff!! With the pain intensify I managed to grab hold of a piece of bamboo and tried to stop myself with my left leg. Tom saw this and rushed to my aid by placing himself underneath me and lifting me on top of him and wrapped his arms around me so that I was in a stable position. He steadied himself by positioning his feet just above the ladder. I finally managed to find a position where I didn’t feel much pain and just lay there trying to come to terms with the predicament I got myself into. I’ve heard that you are suppose to put a knee cap back into place straight away. However I was in such a position that I couldn’t even straighten my leg properly and certainly not without being subjected to a great deal of pain…pain that I couldn’t push through at this point. The others didn’t really know the extent of the damage or the seriousness of the situation, so when we shouted down for them to get help they thought we were having a laugh. To which I replied “No we are not, now will you get some fucking help!!!” and they soon got the drift and ran off to get help. Now, I don’t know how much you know much about Laos as a country but in regards to medical facilities they are about thirty years behind. Which basically means there isn’t any. It even states in the Lonely Planet that this really is not the place to hurt yourself. So as they scampered away to get help I wondered what help was going to come back whilst coming to terms with the fact that not only had I dislocated my knee but I was on a cliff face in a cave that was located in Laos, nice one! A little while had elapsed and still no help, I was starting to feel very faint, clearly in shock. In fact, so much so that I didn’t even realise that Mo had scrambled up the ladder again and went straight past me, which was a little surprising when he handed me some water from above. Due to my shock I proceeded to exercise some breathing techniques and took deep breathes on Tom’s command. I just could not believe the situation I found myself in. Especially when I wasn’t at all certain that I would be able to do this. It’s safe to say I was well and truly pissed off with myself.

By now I had attracted quite a crowd at the top of the cliff, all of them staring down at me wondering what was going to happen. This included Alicia and Julie who were back with some help in the form of a man and a rope. I looked at Tom and said “what the hell are we going to do with that? - there is no way I can be dragged up with a dislocated knee” Which left me with only one option- relocate it myself on the cliff face. Tom agreed and then added, “Not gonna lie mate it’s gone hurt like hell but it has to be done” “okay, ready…” Three…. Two…. One…. I braced myself with all my mite with my left leg and started to stretch my right leg out whilst pushing through the pain. Then all of a sudden in an act of tough love, Tom decided to kick my leg up. Which was quite a shock to say the least. However it was swiftly followed by Tom saying “Harry look at your knee, it’s back in place!” then confirming to the others that the worst was over. I tell you, I’ve never felt relief like it, almost to a state of euphoria. Which is very bizarre considering only thirty seconds ago I was in agony. I breathed the biggest sigh of relief. Nonetheless even though the worst was over I was far from out of the woods. My knee was now incredibly sore and was still pretty painful to move. Not to mention it was in no mood to have any weight put on it. So, for the next thirty or so minutes I gently moved it around to try and get enough movement so that I could get back up. After a while I managed to get a considerable range of movement and believed I could attempt to drag myself up. Myself and Tom had a discussion on how we should proceed and what route I should take up. We decided that I should have the rope tied around underneath my armpits and that I should do most of the work with my left leg whilst Tom would carry most of my weight on the right side allowing me to have as little movement as possible whilst being pulled up by the locals. So the rope was thrown down and Tom proceeded to tie the rope around me. Despite having one hand his ability to tie a rope was surprisingly good and it wasn’t before long that I was all tied up and ready to go. As I grappled the bamboo pole that was along the side I pulled myself up with all my strength. This was followed by Tom lifting himself up and taking my weight, as I was being pulled up by the rope. This continued for the next fifteen minutes with Tom once again dictating where I should go next. Eventually, about an hour and half I made it back to the top. I then simply fell to the floor in exhaustion and relief. Julie being a nurse went straight into action and started to take care of me, by giving me supplements and pills. Always handy to be traveling with a nurse After the dust settled down and the crowds slowly made there way back I tried to get up and walk on my leg but it was no use. I simply couldn’t do it. So the boys kindly carried me back out of the cave and down to the road. Where we managed to hitch a lift back. I think it’s stating the obvious to say that I spent the duration of the day with ice on my leg and stayed pretty still with the only moving when I needed to get something to eat. I was well and truly shattered and I was in my bed pretty early that night…

I kindof like the basketball court . Of course, it would be a haven for injuries, but they look comfortable at least .

Sounds like a heck of a blog by the way .

I believe Joe can break out of handcuffs or something like that too (if I recall correctly?), so maybe they could set up a escapologist reality TV show together - I'm going for 'above averange'...

Somebody call HBO, stat

Sounds like a heck of a blog by the way .

Ah cheers Joe It's not all as dramatic as that mind

I believe Joe can break out of handcuffs or something like that too (if I recall correctly?), so maybe they could set up a escapologist reality TV show together - I'm going for 'above averange'...

LOL , well its not as impressive as one might think. That was back when I was in the 310-320lb range and the weight of my arms on their own focused in different directions by default generated enough force . Plus I was kindof drunk too since my friend replaced my slurpie with margarita again.

So here is an extract of my blog whilst i was traveling.

Note I am not trying to get the sympathy vote. I have just been told it's quite an interesting read. So thought you might enjoy it.

LOL , well its not as impressive as one might think. That was back when I was in the 310-320lb range and the weight of my arms on their own focused in different directions by default generated enough force .

it must be fun to not have fats.

haha my ass has gotten bigger through the ages lol!

So here is an extract of my blog whilst i was traveling.

Note I am not trying to get the sympathy vote. I have just been told it's quite an interesting read. So thought you might enjoy it.

^Indeed I did - it was like the 'Fellowship of the Ring' descending into the mines of Moria! Main thing is though, I'm glad you made it back to us. I dislocated a finger once, and despite it being not quite as big a joint and in the relative safety of my apartment in a big city it was still momentarily scary and painful - so I get where you were coming from in that situation! Then it gets whacked back in and the relief is immense.

Yes the relief part is quite wired how quickly it arrives after putting it in place. I did make it back safely, however needing a great deal of physiotherapy now as it wasn't properly looked at out there. oh well makes for a good story to tell the Grandchildren

^ Football?! look at you being alll european like Good on ya!

^Next stop: "knickers" instead of "panties"! Knickers always sound so much more rude...

I don't know though, as long as you changed ends at half-time it'll all even out. I'm sure I've played on worse. Once I ran a cross-country race in Beirut, and afterwards we were told that they hadn't properly cleared the route from land-mines!!! :shock:

Anyway, how about your basketball on this:

Ah knickers...I laugh at how some Americans don't have a clue as to what that is So i will also teach them words/phrases such as "Bee's Knee's" - "chuffed as nuts" and my personal fav "put some welly into it" (Y)

Holy crap, land-mines !!! Not exactly the motivation I'd use to keep people moving and on their feet. And im stuck here thinking...."why the heck did they mention this before the race?" The Russian roulette of cross-country...no thx

Hmmm, and as to playing on that basketball court...would drunk be a good start?

And on a side note, crazy account on your cave expedition Harry. I've had my knee cap displaced before and its bad enough when help is but a walk away, i can only imagine what u went thru...thank god all went well in the end