ever feel like this...

AG..noone has the ability to describe someone getting their SCROTUM CRUSHED quite like you...

jb..it takes a real BadAss to be able to do that

I just looked through this thread for the first time . . .great thread Anita!!!!

well thank you chloe..here is another one for entertainment purposes!!!

Lachhiman Gurung

There are plenty of seriously hardcore warrior associations out there, but as far as I'm concerned it doesn't get a whole lot better than the Gurkhas. From as early as the 19th century, these sack-tearing hardasses from rural Nepal have been like Britain's personal detachment of borderline-sociopathic serial killers. They're so disarming it's unnerving – they've got big, easy smiles, they're quiet, incredibly polite, respectful, and never really bother anybody. They just want to chill out and drink some beers. While none of this really screams badass through a truck-mounted megahorn, it's the deadliest, most insane motherfuckers who don't need to get all up in your face and talk a bunch of shit about how awesome they are. These are guys who know they can turn you from a rampaging dumbass to an eviscerated carcass in about two seconds if they want to, and they're confident enough in their abilities that they don't need to go all macho-man about it just because they're secretly worried that other people think they have small dicks or something. Despite the cool, calculated exterior, though, when it comes time to flip out, the Gurkhas are some motherfuckers who seriously FLIP THE FUCK OUT:

On the night of 12 May 1945, Lachhiman Gurung of the 8th Gurkha Rifles was part of a small forward platoon dug into trenches defending a position in Burma, when all of a sudden his tiny unit came under a massive attack from a couple hundred Japanese soldiers looking to punch through these defenses and then punch a few holes into his torso so that they could tear out his large intestines and strangle him to death with them. The idea of this was not very appealing to Lachhiman.

The marauding Japanese first decided to soften up the Gurkha positions by chucking three full dickloads of hand grenades and various explosive materials into the Allied trenches and then face-shooting the bejeezus out of anyone who tried to dive out of the trench or otherwise escape their imminent fragmentation-related demises. Gurung summarily developed an ingenious third option – one which didn't blow him up and didn't result in exposing himself to an enfilade of enemy fire – he just snatched the fucking live grenades up from the floor of the trench and chucked them back at the Japanese. His tactic of hurling insults and incendiaries at the enemy whenever the opportunity presented itself worked out well for a while, and he sent two flying explosive middle-fingers back at his assailants, but the third time proved to not be the charm for Lachhiman – his timing was a little off and the grenade ended up detonating in his hand. In the military, this is what they refer to as, "bad".

The frag blew off a couple fingers, destroyed his right arm, and nearly took off half his face. He was left bleeding, partially blinded, crippled, and seriously fucked up in general, but despite having half of his body blown into something vaguely like Two-Face from Batman, Lachhiman Gurung was sure as fuck not going to stop resisting this onslaught as long as he was capable of sustaining basic life functions. Half-dead, bloody, and badly wounded, Gurung drew his kukri knife – the ultimate symbol of Gurkha badassitude – jammed it point-first into the ground before him, and defiantly yelled into the darkness, "No one will pass here today!"

read on.....
http://badasshistory.com/gurung.html

Anita you are my bad ass of the week, just got on her and love your posts!!

tanks spanks!!

Paddy Mayne

Robert Blair "Paddy" Mayne's story starts much in the same way as the opening scene of the first Gears of War game – the grizzled, jaded, ludicrously-muscular hero sits alone in a dark, rat-infested cell with no hope of escape and only his own violent angstiness to keep him company, when suddenly, a light appears at the door, and an old friend shows up with a double-edged proposition – sit here and rot to death like a chump, or undertake a mega-dangerous mission so insurvivable and ultra-violent that the only way you're coming home is in a Chinese restaurant take-out box.

In the case of Major Mayne, a 6'2", 200-pound British Commando with a thirst for violence rivaled only by his thirst for Guiness, rotting in a prison cell in Egypt awaiting court-martial wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Sure, it was for an incident in which he coldcocked a superior officer and then chased that motherfucker out of the officers' mess while swinging a bayonet like a knife and unleashing an epic stream of profanity so withering that it caused the guy's mother to spontaneously burst into tears from three thousand miles away, but a little bit of Colonel-punching should be enough to keep him from tearing Nazis in half with his fists. Of course, this hadn't been the Ulsterman's first run-in with authority either – a few months before the attempted stabbing of a superior asshole, Mayne had gotten some less-than-stellar service from a bartender, and instead of just stiffing the dude on the tip he grabbed the guy by the throat, dragged him to the middle of the crowded nightclub, and made the guy "dance" while emptying his revolver around the guy's feet – but it was certainly looking like this would be the one that was going to send Paddy Mayne packing back home to Northern Ireland with a dishonorable discharge, a criminal record, and a probably-unhealthy amount of pent-up rage.

That is, until the intrepid Sir Colonel Captain Lord Master of the Sith David Stirling showed up at Mayne's prison cell with an inescapably badass Dirty Dozen-style offer: I can get the charges dropped for you old boy, but only if you agree to serve as my second-in-command in a dangerous new covert unit I'm developing. The mission? Leading a small, elite squad of 8-10 battle-hardened soldiers on foot through the Sahara Desert, infiltrating deep behind German lines, fucking shit up, and hopefully getting back to base before Jerry gets his act together and chops you into ground beef with a large assortment of various machine guns. The unit? Simply known as "L" Detachment – though today we know it by a different name – the British Special Air Service.

read on:
http://www.badassoftheweek.com/mayne.html

A chicken farmer!!!!!! mmmm don't fuck with that chicken farmer.

hahahah Ill let that chicken farmer protect me any day of the week!!!!!

Tyrannosaurus Rex

Even though haters gotta hate and he's been much-maligned and increasingly-wussified in recent years, the goddamned Tyrannosaurus Rex is still pretty the most universally-recognized badass carnivorous dinosaur-eating giant reptile that ever crushed the earth beneath its giant, taloned, chicken-like feet. Sure, plenty of eccentric dino-philes have their own weirdo cult favorite extinct carnivorous lizards – maybe Spinosaur was bigger and had that funky-ass sailboat sail, and maybe Utahraptor was more cunning and had better ups, but it's still tough to argue with the hardcore badass cred of T-Rex. Any time you're talking about giant lizards that kick serious ass and demolish their puny enemies in a waterfall spray of dino blood and bone dust, the King of the Lizards has to get his props. It's kind of the Cretaceous Era version of how even if you like the Wu-Tang Clan better than N.W.A., you're still not going to go out and call Dr. Dre a pussy – because he's O.G. and you gotta respect that.

Aside from just being a gigantic, towering bipedal monstrosity equipped with an oversized fang-filled head capable of ripping an armor-plated thorax in half without a second thought, this rampaging mega eating machine was so over-the-top out-of-control hardcore that the only way the Universe could slow him down was by dropping a 10-mile-wide asteroid on Earth and detonating the entire planet in a mass extinction event that fell somewhere between thermonuclear holocaust and the Star Wars prequel trilogy on the horrific global disaster scale. Known simply by a pair of badass Latin words meaning "Tyrant Lizard King", this unfeeling mountain of muscle and teeth was one of the largest land-based carnivores the world has ever seen – not to mention a pop culture staple that has fought in life-or-death duels against everyone from Batman to King Kong and, regardless of the film, almost universally symbolizes the pure embodiment of toothy-mawed evil incarnate any time it's terrifying visage appears on the screen.

So you can imagine my surprise when I was going through a Google Image Search for badass T-Rex pics and saw .......
read on....
http://www.badassoftheweek.com/trex.html

Anita,

You'll make GP smile with the pic of him between the two babes :-)

Hey Laker!!! First... thank you for reading the thread!Ya just never know who'll look at your stuff..and honestly..I couldn't resist!! Every man must love himself pictured between two hott sexy ladies right!!

Every man must love himself pictured between two hott sexy ladies right!! Originally Posted by anita germane

Not as much as the real thing.

EDIT: Although Mikey Likey the girl on the left.

Hellooooo Nurse!