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    The night my five year old daughter died of cancer and the mortuary arrived at my house to take her little body away, my mom sat me down on the couch, put my head in her lap and just let me sob while she softly ran her fingers through my hair. I was at once a 41 year-old, broken man and the little boy who knew

    There's no excuse for wider than shoulder width, but I will also confirm (speaking only for myself) that parallel is actually hard to maintain. I have muscular legs and parallel sits right on the "ridge" of my hamstrings. Its an awkward and ultimately uncomfortable position. After a moment, I naturally roll my knees

    I now feel obligated to keep the tears flowing:

    Although most of my time is spent doing boring corporate litigation crap (no pun intended), I've represented three death row inmates pro bono on their appeals. All three have been executed (hopefully, not because of my representation), two in Texas and one in California. In any event, I can confirm that they do, in

    Handyman ... or handsy man?

    It takes just a second to Scandinavia, red and white of the American kit to know how much better they look.

    There once was a wife in Nantucket

    The old lie: Dolce et Decorum est pro patria moray.

    If you flauta grammar rules, everyone has the right to comment.

    My daughter died when she was five, two months after being diagnosed with DIPG, the same tumor that took Lauren Hill. All cancers are terrible, but pediatric DIPG is particularly insidious because the survival rate is zero. Zero. It’s truly a death sentence. Modern science can slow it down, but that’s it. I don’t know

    I went to a fancy all-boys private school in Dallas. Although I was a hick from the suburbs, the school was where the rich people sent their boys "to become men." Community service was a big component of that process, and, accordingly, I found myself with several other classmates working a soup kitchen over the

    If we take this idiot at his word that the law doesn't allow anyone to discriminate against anyone else, can anyone describe a single other situation in which the law has any legitimate purpose?

    Per the update, truly, the Song of Ice and Fired.

    Yep, the community thing about it is surprising and wonderful. I walked in to my CF gym completely ignorant of what crossfit was. I was just bored of running by myself all the time and doing P90X in the garage. It was close and the reviews seemed good, so why not? Like so many of the best things in my life, it was

    Do it.

    3.5 hours? So, like, Santa Monica/West Side?

    I hope you find someone to join you. If you lived in Orange County, CA, I could show you a great CF home.

    Thanks - whether its an Rx for getting me banned or promoted, only time will tell.

    I could do a show .... every minute on the minute.

    AMRAP...