Due to massive downturns in the economy the government has decided to cut one state from the collective and give it to a citizen in a massive, lottery drawing. You draw the winning ticket, and the United States declares one area become 'The Dude's Dukedom'. Which state would you choose, and what new rules would you institute on your citizens.

@Mister_Anbu:

Aren't they more prone to abuse those said offspring too?

There's a difference between being aggressive and being Johnny Wifebeater. To me, being aggressive means pursuing what you want and working hard to get it not bitch-smacking and talking down to everyone like an angry pimp. The former is a trait that's desirable for people to have as it's relative to success.

I don't know what the topic starter means by 'bad boys' because I don't think women's attraction is directly correlated to their prison record.

While the series could go on past the Christmas bowl, I don't really know if it should. I'm sure this franchise could be stretched out until Sena makes it to the NFL, but without Hiruma, Kurita, and to a lesser extent Musashi it loses some of its flavor. I'd really like to see it end and for the authors to pick up some other project together since this one is a success.

I have to wonder if Deimon is actually going to win the Christmas Bowl. All Hiruma and co. ever talked about was going there, or if Hiruma even sees winning against Tiekoku Gakuen (sp?) is possible.

This chapter was pretty good, and yeah Gaoh does need to be defeated before the Hakushuu game can finally end.

@rusashi:

Well look on the bright side

if Ulquiorra wakes up, then we only have one fight left probably.

I can't even imagine what the next arc is..

Probably, as a few people have said, a training arc of some kind. Ichigo barely beat no. 6 so there needs to be some kind of massive powerup for him to compete with 1-4.

I can't help but feel that Kubo's got some kind of big thing planned for the end of this arc where Aizen finally pops up. I'd be surprised if we didn't see him again, since his Espada are dieing right on his doorstep.

My life has officially reached sitcom levels of absurdity.

Back in high-school my roommate was stalked by a woman who shall henceforth be know as Crazy. Crazy had a crush on roomy, and I mean the kind of crush where you carve the person's name in your arm with a razorblade and create mystical shrines in hopes of ensnaring them through voodoo.

Fast-forward to college days where Crazy goes to the same college solely in hopes of wooing roommate. After a night of heavy drinking at a friend's house, I lose track of where my roommate has gone, but I really don't care because I'm so drunk I'm pissing in the kitchen sink.

Fast-forward again to tomorrow where I wake up, slightly hung-over and walk back to my apartment having been told my roommate left with some girl before the night got too heavy. On my way back to the apartment I check my cell phone that has about five missed messages from my roommate. I don't call back because I figure I'm going to see him anyway so whatever urgent shit he's got going on can wait.

I get back to the apartment just as my roommate is walking out the door. He hands me a piece of paper that looks like a first-grader's attempt at cursive and tells me to give it to the woman he apparently slept with last night and then drives off. So I go inside to clean myself up from last night, and the bathroom light is on. I knock and sure enough, I'm staring right in bright, deluded eyes of Crazy herself.

Using my Holmes-like deductive reasoning skills I can already tell that my roommate fucked Crazy last night, and then coward that he is left a note for her rather than confront her himself. I really don't feel any pity for her because my heart is a blackened lump of coal that only beats because Satan squeezes it from time to time so I just hand her the note and tell its from roomy. Then I go sit on the couch and watch TV, hoping that whatever crap my roommate wrote will get her out of the apartment.

I don't know what my roommate wrote, but I can only assume it insulted her, her family, her pets, and then turned into a dog and bit her because she's wailing so loud the glass is shaking. She comes out bawling and screams "Why won't he love me?" like I actually have an answer to that question.

She's spewing out all kinds of crap about how she loves him, thinks about him all the time and such. To be honest I'm not really following her because everything she says is muffled by loud sobs. I probably could have been more sympathetic, but she's so insane at this point I don't think anything I could say would help. I'm also afraid that if I'm nice to her she'll latch on to me like a leech, so I'm just trying to be indifferent here.

Suddenly she stops, and I look right at her. She's staring at me like she's Samuel L. Jackson and I'm a snake on a plane (i.e. I can't take credit for that simile, can't remember who said it). Once again she starts spewing crap, but it's angry rather than sad and is instead muffled by gnashing teeth and a rabies-like foam coalescing on the sides of her mouth.

The long and the short of it is, she's thinks I'm gay, wrote the note myself, and am trying to isolate my roommate so I can seduce him. She then locks herself in my roommate's bedroom and refuses to come out. I have to take about five minutes to gather my thoughts and form a plan of action, because I'm never been in this kind of situation before. I don't know if this is a common college experience or not, but I can't say I've ever experienced anything like it before.

So I call up my roommate, who absolutely refuses to come back and insists that somehow this situation is my fault. I finally get him back to the apartment after threatening to share every piece of information I know about him and his family with Crazy including his cell, home, and family numbers, his dad's work number, etc. He comes back and goes into his room to talk to Crazy. About an hour later, Crazy comes out, gives me the Vulcan Death Stare again, and storms out.

My roommate comes out laughing hard so I'm curious to what happened.

Me: So what'd you tell her.

Roommate: Bitch just wouldn't take no for an answer. So get this man, I just told her I was gay. And get this, the stupid bitch believed me. How fucking dumb man.

So if in the future you hear from your local news media about a young man who was killed by a crazy woman who claimed I was my roommate's gay lover, you've found my secret identity. Till' then, I'll be sleeping with the windows locked.

19, though the way my life is going I'll probably be dead by the time I'm 30. I should start having one of those midlife crisis I hear so much about.

@Mr.:

Hahaha

That was pathetic.

It's a rather fitting way for him to die. Not nearly as humiliating as La Roux's, but he deserved to have some kind of death where he gets shat on. I really don't care whether he lives or dies as long as the fight is over, and Aizen finally shows up saying this was all according to his plans (because you know it's going to happen).

@Taleran:

damn you for making me want Hinata to kill Zetsu now

Pray for Zetsu's success. Much of the manga is riding on Tobi and him being good villains. Though to be honest I would be happy if he bit anybody once. Like at the end of this fight, in one page Zetsu pops out of the ground, chews Sasuke's arm with his head-snappy, eats it, and then pops back into the ground again.

And every character in Naruto looking like they're going to give someone the 'cuddling' of a lifetime isn't good art. Would it kill people to learn to draw musculature like you'd see on someone in good shape rather than the skinny-boy arms that look like they'd snap trying to pick up a baby, let alone a giant sword.

Probably a dream I got as a result of a concussion from being flung off a four-wheeler and going headlong into a tree stump a couple years back. Funny thing is the transition from impact to knockout was so immediate I didn't even realize I was dreaming when I really should have.

I get up immediately from my fall feeling more forehead. Funny thing is I don't feel pain nor am I bleeding. Even more amazing is the fact that I'm outside my then girlfriend's house. This doesn't bother me that much for some reason, and I walk inside to find my girlfriend eating some kind of cereal when all of the sudden a gigantic python slithers into the room.

I'm freaked out because constrictor snakes scare the hell out of me, but my girlfriend doesn't seem to notice. Things take a turn for the worse when the snake then morphs into Thulsa Doom from Conan the Barbarian (a younger James Earl Jones for those of you who don't know). He addresses me in his trademark deep, sonorous tone and insists that we have a three-way. I was kind of tempted since the story of how I banged my girlfriend with a magical snake-man from the land of Cimmeria would make a good story.

I don't remember much from here out, but I do recall Thulsa Doom getting into a fight with the T-800, being chased by raptors from Jurrasic Park, and eventually using a Mario Kart style go-cart to evade capture. It's probably something like what Hell is.

Eventually I wake up to see my dad driving me to the hospital and feeling like there's a gremlin in my head with a pick-ax trying to drill his way out. Can't remember how long I was out for, but it certainly put the fear of god back in me.