I'm in sound engineering school, I could mic up your boobs and sample them so they play back on a keyboard. (If you're into romance, that is.)
I'm 6'2, 200, and could not possibly care less what that makes me according to the BMI. Isn't that thing more or less full of shit anyway? It's weird because I had several growth spurts in elementary/middle school, so I was freakishly tall for that age group and everyone thought I was going to be a giant, but nope....6'2.
I messaged parker but I the rummy part of my brain wants answers right meow. Anyone in marketing or sales around? I applied for a job with YP and don't know enough about these types of careers to know what to expect if I end up getting a call back. Which I probably won't because I have zero experience but I like to be prepared.
Hey guess what!! Your employed asshole can walk itself right on out the door. Get! Move on. Get outta here.
Well that's a switch. I thought you were from Alabama - where the dads offer their pickles to their kids. I'm here all week. Try the veal.
I am 6' and 203 pounds and dropping. My wife is 5'8". So we are both above average. I am actually the shortest out of my 3 male family members of my generation(1 brother 2 cousins). Both me and the wife grew really quickly and thought we were going to be giants but we were just above average. My wife is due in 2 weeks but is going to have a scheduled c-section because of a cracked tail bone. From ultrasound they think the baby is going to be 10 pounds min with up to 12 and 22in plus and the baby is a girl but we will see we might have a giant in the family.
Seeing that picture I posted earlier got me nostalgic for the mud track. Here's a quick run down of how I came about owning a mud track. One Sunday morning my father and I had an off-hand conversation about the mud races he went to the night before and then we went our separate ways. Apparently great minds think alike, because when I caught up with him that evening I said "Ya know....we have some unused space down at the flea market..." He stopped me mid-sentence and told me he was thinking the same thing. The next morning we were down at our flea market plotting things out. Now bear in mind we were just 2 guys with a Cat, a road grader, and a front end loader and we really had no fucking idea what we were doing, but that never stopped us before and it didn't this time either. Thinking back, the logistics are mind boggling. We hired a couple of guys to fence off about 20 acres after we measured everything off. And then we jumped on the heavy equipment and started reshaping the face of the Earth. Not only did we have to dig 2 big fucking holes over 100 yards long, they had to be straight, uniform in depth, and we had to do something with all that dirt we removed. We also had to build a new road so the trucks could turn around, build a starting tower, wire it and a starting light, and design a watering system to make sure we had mud. From our initial conversation to opening the track was 12 days. My father and I fought like cats and dogs, but dear God could we accomplish some shit when we put our minds to it. I really miss the old man. Here's some pics of the evolution of the track: Day 1 of moving dirt (You can see the posts driven for fencing it off.) Spoiler Day 2 I put my truck in the hole to show how deep it was Spoiler After about a week we had one hole ready to go and I tried it out. Here's my dumb ass damn near hitting the wall in the first 10 feet. Yes, folks showed up to see what the fuck we were up to, it was a small town and they didn't have much else to do. Spoiler And at the end of 12 days we opened Spoiler
One last picture from the mud track, one of the drivers climbed the wall and ended up on his side. Everyone looked at me like I was supposed to do something about it. Oh, hell no I wasn't about to get in that shit. I told them "Y'all go on ahead" and folks jumped in the soup and got him semi vertical. I took pictures. Fuck getting in that mud. You can see my father partially obscured by the steps of the starting tower heading over to see what the hell was going on. Spoiler Shit. My aunt is singing at the top of her lungs in her bedroom. She was singing "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry" and then went into "Jesus loves me this I know." And now she's talking to her dead husband. This is going to go on all night.
I normally wouldn't give a shit, but I have a screening for a new life insurance policy on Thursday and I'm sure they probably use that. Nevermind that I'm more fit and have a lower body fat percentage than probably 95% of the schlubs they see. 6'1", 235 lbs equals obese to these cock gobblers.
Agreed, that would make more sense especially when you look at so many athletes (Junior Seau would have been considered obese and he was a rock). At 6' 187lbs is the max I can weight on the BMI, if I remember correctly, without being obese. Once I got down to 198 and honestly would have had to give up lifting and turn to distance running if I wanted to drop any more weight. I'm not built with a small frame, I have wide shoulders (I swear, I really am big boned). Not that I'm close to in shape now but the BMI is a joke. It seems like a convenient way for insurance companies to charge higher rates. Edit: 183 is the max to be considered normal weight, 215 obese @ 6'.
We once did a marketing research recruit for a BMI study for some health insurance company or another. I think the minimum they wanted was 35. We found a guy that was 500 lbs who's BMI was in the 60s. The client called us back and said that was too much. Guess he wasn't in the meaty part of the curve for them.
There's a 4-5' chicken snake outside of the breakroom (outside of the building) in my office. I work in Memphis. There are some folks who may try to set the building on fire.
Yeah...BMI is a crock. I guess it's a useful tool if you're at one of the extremes, but if you're a healthy, active person? Fuck that arbitrary nonsense.
Which is the most useless scale ever. The extremely underweight and extremely overweight don't need a chart to understand those facts.
The BMI was designed in the mid-1800s. I reckon it needs a reevaluation. Anyone here had a religious experience at a concert? Not a literal religious experience, but an impact where it affected you in a way that music or something similar hadnt before? Went to a Soundgarden concert on Friday and I cant get how the experience felt out my head. Ive been to other bands' concerts before and was always a casual fan of them, but its the first time anything like that has had a lasting impact.