Fucking Les Stroud.



The man who dismantles a harmonica, makes a motherfucking spear out of it and goes hunting for food.

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Originally posted by Cpt.Cocaine Fucking Les Stroud. The man who dismantles a harmonica, makes a motherfucking spear out of it and goes hunting for food.

he's just a typical canadian

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Originally posted by Fledz I don't agree with this. It's born from necessity in handling the birth without her husband, not because she's particularly tough. We throw words around far too much this day in age, especially the word "hero". If ever there was an overused word in the English language it's "hero". Ooooooh you just spent 6 months driving an armoured truck around Afghanistan where you may get shot? <-----Not a hero, just doing his job. Ooooooh you just ran into an enemy base by yourself to rescue 6 of your captured squad members who were being tortured while putting your own life in great danger to save someone elses? <----Motherfucking hero and a half!

agreed...except the last part...if it was a civilian running into a burning house to save 6 people then yes....that is a hero.

I definately think military people being considered heros is over done. They are not heros...they are doing their jobs.

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Scott has been introduced to the rave scene, and Ecstasy, by Craig. The two of them go out on the weekends, with some of Craigs friends, and stay up all night, dancing in a drug-fueled trance.

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Originally posted by Slylee fighter pilots

Really? Really?

I guess... I mean there are about a bajllion things tougher than flying a fighter jet these days.

Maybe a WW2 dog fighter or Vietnam jock, but come on...

They don't even have to fight anyone really...

*taps in the GPS cords for his/her JDAM*
*toggles the release switch*
*continues on his/her marry way*

Jack Churchill. Look him up.

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Originally posted by trancechan Tom and his son James were wandering through the wilderness near Prairie Creek, Alberta, searching for moose antlers. Now I honestly had no fucking clue that moose actually shed their antlers, but apparently they do, and James really likes to go around in the woods, pick these things up and make them into decorative pieces of art. I kind of envision the final product being something along the lines of those crazy antler chandeliers you see at those kitschy over-the-top "lodge-style" family-dining restaurants with the stuffed (hopefully fake?) animal heads hanging on the walls, but I really don't know that for sure. I guess it's irrelevant in the long run. Anyways, Tom and James are out there doing God-knows-what, just minding their own business, when all of a sudden they see a small Grizzly bear cub hanging out in the woods just being one of the most goddamned sickeningly-cutest things that has ever existed on the Material Plane: Now, when most people see something like this their first thought is usually along the lines of, "OMG TOTEZ ADORABLE NEEDS HUGZ LOLOL!!!" People familiar with the woods know better. They see these adorable bear cubs as brutal harbingers from the most infernal layers of Hell itself, presaging the doom of all those unlucky enough to see them and the violent, bloody death of all that they hold dear. They know that when they see Mr. Oh-Em-Gee-It's-So-Cute-I'm-Going-to-Projectile-Vomit up there, this isn't very far behind: And they're usually right. Big Momma Bears don't like it when you fuck with their kids – or when you're in a position where you could theoretically fuck with their kids - and they really have only one way of expression their displeasure: By killing the ever-loving ass out of you. So on this fateful day in the Candian wilderness, Mrs. Totez Adorable saw James Wanyandie standing within the acceptable minimum safe distance of her son, and went completely thermonuclear on him with her giant fuzzy, suddenly-not-so-cute death claws of death. James barely had a chance to say, "OH HOLY SHIT BALLS" before the insane, pissed-off Grizzly was on him. Mrs. Bear ran up, grabbed him with her razor-sharp teeth, and chucked him up into the air like a fucking professional strongman launching a pinata full of Creatine into the stratosphere. Seemingly before he'd even hit the ground, the Grizzly was on top of him, pinning him to the ground hard with her paws (breaking his arm in the process) and biting the ever-loving crap balls out of him with her giant scary kill-teeth. James, who has a heart condition and wears a pacemaker, was in some seriously deep shit. Well, Big Tom Wanyandie doesn't like it when you fuck with HIS kid, either, and Mrs. Bear apparently didn't realize that she needed to worry about this guy just as much as most people need to worry about man-eating killer bears. Tom is a 78 year-old Cree Indian who spent his entire life venturing through the woods as a hunter, trapper, and wilderness guide. He's been hardened by nearly eight decades of badass mountain man survivalist shit, seen everything there is to see, fought everything there is to fight, and even though he's pretty much decrepitly old he wasn't going to sit around and watch some jackass bear assault his kid like Yogi Bear wolfing down a picnic basket in Jellystone National Park. Tom grabbed the closest instrument of brain-smashing kill-sanity that he could find, which just so happened to be the broken-off tree branch he was using as a walking stick during the journey, and fearlessly charged balls-out towards the bear without any regard for his own safety or well-being. In lieu of a badass battle cry, he just started screaming an epically-graphic string of Cree profanity so nut-shrivelingly virulent it would make even the most hardcore pirate start weeping tears of blood. After unleashing a verbal assault consisting of goddamned near every swear word ever invented in the history of the Native Americans, the 78 year-old father proceeded to simply bash the fucking bear about the head and neck with this stick. Once he had the bear's attention, he jammed the stick into its mouth to keep it from continuing its once-unstoppable toothy assault on his son, and with the stick lodged in the creature's grill Tom just started punching the fucking shit out of it with his bare (bear?) hands. Well Mrs. Bear was a giant, 600-pound beast from a species that had been genetically disposed to kick ass at brutal hand-to-hand combat, and she certainly wasn't going to give up that easily. She turned on Tom, smashing the glasses off his face (thereby rendering him pretty much completely blind), and breaking his hand in her powerful onslaught. Tom STILL didn't give a fuck. He's a hardcore Canadian mountain man, and it's going to take a hell of a lot more than a haymaker face-punch from a giant man-eating Grizzly bear Berserker to keep this dude from heroically saving his son from certain death. Tom tackled the fucking thing (!), and just started whacking it with his stick repeatedly in the head and neck like a crazy face-smashing maniac. The two unstoppable asskickers went at it like a couple of badass heavyweight fighters, each one battling for his life, locked in an epic death match against a formidable adversary. I like to imagine that Tom continued violently swearing at this thing the entire time, but I couldn't find anything to confirm that. Well, finally, after being ruthlessly smashed in the face repeatedly with a stick, the bear decided it'd had enough and got the fuck out of there as quickly as its four legs could carry it. Tom helped his badly-injured son half a mile back to their truck, where they immediately drove to the hospital. James was admitted with serious injuries, and needed surgery to save his life, but he is expected to make a fully recovery. Tom was treated for a few minor wounds and released the same day. His first plan of action is to go back to the spot of the battle and assess what happened. Tom Wanyandie is just hard like that. http://www.badassoftheweek.com/wanyandie.html

Meh, nothing compared to this duel.

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Originally posted by twilightki : It feels like something you'd listen to at 4 in the morning, or listen to in your car while you're going in a tunnel.

I knew a couple of lads who used to work on the farm that came from Angola. They probably spent the better part of their lives from the age of 11-12 killing people for the next 6 years before they managed to get away at the age of 18 or so and make new lives for themselves. But there's a level of hardness to their character that never leaves a past like that behind, they are handy to have on your side when the government doesn't like you any more.
Lot of Africa is like that, if you don't have your soul welded to a backbone of iron, then your probably dead

I made them think they beat me to death. Holdin my breath for like five minutes before they finally left. Then I got up and ran to the janitor's storage booth. I kicked the door hinge loose and ripped out the four inch screws. I grabbed some sharp objects, brooms, and foreign tools.
"This is for every time you took my orange juice, or stole my seat in the lunchroom and drank my chocolate milk. Every time you tipped my tray and it dropped and spilled. I'm getting you back bully! Now once and for good."
I cocked the broomstick back and swung hard as I could and beat him over the head with it til I broke the wood. I knocked him down, stood on his chest with one foot.... Made it home, later that same day
Started reading a comic, and suddenly everything became gray. I couldn't even see what I was tryin to read


I went deaf, and my left ear started to bleed

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Originally posted by Meat187 Clicking a Slylee thread.

likes this

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Originally posted by Joss Weatherby Really? Really? I guess... I mean there are about a bajllion things tougher than flying a fighter jet these days. Maybe a WW2 dog fighter or Vietnam jock, but come on... They don't even have to fight anyone really... *taps in the GPS cords for his/her JDAM* *toggles the release switch* *continues on his/her marry way*

the immense amount of training they go through is pretty tough.