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Re: Your life’s on the line
« Reply #60 on: August 14, 2020, 03:53:41 AM »
either of the tricks PJ did in his part before he messes up a kickflip

you remember them

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Re: Your life’s on the line
« Reply #61 on: August 14, 2020, 04:27:33 AM »
"OK but I'm going to need a lot of run-up" and then I just skate off, typical French. And don't give me that pride shit - there's nothing to be proud of in the rest of your life being worth nothing but a non-popped shove-it.

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Re: Your life’s on the line
« Reply #62 on: August 14, 2020, 05:35:12 AM »
Double pits to chestie fa sho
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Re: Your life’s on the line
« Reply #63 on: August 14, 2020, 06:00:24 AM »
Fakie FS Flip

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Re: Your life’s on the line
« Reply #64 on: August 14, 2020, 07:45:28 AM »
Fakie kickflip or fakie varial kickflip.
That's what's up. This question gave me anxiety anyway.
I'm going to argue that Placebo owes their entire career to a Canadian dude's skate video part. Appleyard should be getting royalties for this shit.

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Re: Your life’s on the line
« Reply #65 on: August 14, 2020, 07:58:26 AM »
no pop nollie front shuv bro
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Re: Your life’s on the line
« Reply #66 on: August 14, 2020, 08:02:57 AM »
Oh, I’m not landing shit. Finally, the suffering is over. Goodbye, cruel world.

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Re: Your life’s on the line
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Re: Your life’s on the line
« Reply #68 on: August 14, 2020, 09:24:15 AM »
definitely doublepits to chestie

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Re: Your life’s on the line
« Reply #69 on: August 14, 2020, 09:56:57 AM »
"I've been waiting for this moment for a long, long time", I tell them. In my iTunes the Dido song White Flag is already keyed up so I take a deep breath and press play. "The truth is most of me died when she left," I explain. "What remains is only the broken husk of a man. More void than form I suppose... just spit and shit tethered to the flimsy hope she might one day call. Every day that hope diminishes and it's replaced by the stinging voice of reason - that she is better off without me." Holding back tears I look at them. "In a way this feels good. I can finally talk to someone about the loss and not pretend I'm ok." My legs and arms are all rubbery due to the surge of adrenaline. My mouth is sour. Fear has a familiar taste. I step on the board and it feels miles away from my head so I do what any good elder skatesman would do: attempt to execute a perfect Drake Jones styled pop shuvit. This doesn't make up for all my mistakes. It doesn't even come close. But it's a start. My feet find themselves back on the griptape squared up with the bolts. Proud of my accomplishment, I look to the person wielding the gun. They removed the Scooby Doo villain mask revealing to me what I already knew in my bones. "No stink leg," my ex says and she pulls the trigger. My heart is full and I die whole. I am loved.
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Re: Your life’s on the line
« Reply #70 on: August 14, 2020, 09:58:45 AM »
Kickflip over a Philly cheese steak Hot Pocket.

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Re: Your life’s on the line
« Reply #71 on: August 14, 2020, 10:22:48 AM »
That thing you do as a kid where you put your feet under it, trucks up, and hop so it flips over and you stand on it.
You know I thought these forums were a for skating not discussing fetishes

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Re: Your life’s on the line
« Reply #72 on: August 14, 2020, 10:36:24 AM »
That thing you do as a kid where you put your feet under it, trucks up, and hop so it flips over and you stand on it.

I've eaten shit more times than I'd like to admit doing this.

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Re: Your life’s on the line
« Reply #73 on: August 14, 2020, 10:43:45 AM »
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Re: Your life’s on the line
« Reply #74 on: August 14, 2020, 10:44:00 AM »
Bigspins are most consistent honestly
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Re: Your life’s on the line
« Reply #75 on: August 14, 2020, 11:16:38 AM »
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Re: Your life’s on the line
« Reply #76 on: August 14, 2020, 04:16:03 PM »
Kickflip, fakie fs shuv, Or sw front 180

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Re: Your life’s on the line
« Reply #77 on: August 14, 2020, 10:23:47 PM »
"I've been waiting for this moment for a long, long time", I tell them. In my iTunes the Dido song White Flag is already keyed up so I take a deep breath and press play. "The truth is most of me died when she left," I explain. "What remains is only the broken husk of a man. More void than form I suppose... just spit and shit tethered to the flimsy hope she might one day call. Every day that hope diminishes and it's replaced by the stinging voice of reason - that she is better off without me." Holding back tears I look at them. "In a way this feels good. I can finally talk to someone about the loss and not pretend I'm ok." My legs and arms are all rubbery due to the surge of adrenaline. My mouth is sour. Fear has a familiar taste. I step on the board and it feels miles away from my head so I do what any good elder skatesman would do: attempt to execute a perfect Drake Jones styled pop shuvit. This doesn't make up for all my mistakes. It doesn't even come close. But it's a start. My feet find themselves back on the griptape squared up with the bolts. Proud of my accomplishment, I look to the person wielding the gun. They removed the Scooby Doo villain mask revealing to me what I already knew in my bones. "No stink leg," my ex says and she pulls the trigger. My heart is full and I die whole. I am loved.