What are your hobbies?

[jon@af]

As if there is anything besides driving fast and surfing the net. But for those of us who DO have lives, what do you do enjoy as a hobby/get away?

I enjoy cycling quite a bit. I ride a Trek Y-Foil (black) with Spinergy Rev-X wheels and Shimano Ultegra (oldies but goodies) components. My saddle time has diminished significantly with the birth of my son, but I certainly don't mind .

I am also a pretty big gaming geek. I've got a PS3 and enjoy all kinds of games, particularly those with deep storylines or unique stories and immersive worlds (BioShock is one of my favorite games).

I also enjoy music. I'm a drummer, instrument-wise and enjoy everything from rock, to thrash metal, to folk and classical.

Anyway - what about the rest of you?

[belavierjewelry]

I enjoy also enjoy music and instrument.

I love collecting men jewelry and silver men jewelry and bikers jewelry

[Moppie]

My hobby, photography, is becoming my source of income and a business.
So I need a new hobby to take over, anyone know anything about cars?

[Muscletang]

My job is my hobby. It has taken over my life.

My job is so fucking unbelievable. I’ll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with:

First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup. She is extremely self-centered and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe.

The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career opportunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10. I’m not sure she even showers, much less shaves her “womanly” parts. I think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the hardware store, she moans like a cat in heat.

But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the fucking stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I’m sure after work. He probably hasn’t been sober anytime in the last ten years, and he’s only 22. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960’s, and to make things worse, he brings his big fucking dog to work. Every fucking day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke. Hell, sometimes I even think it’s trying to talk with its constant bellowing. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonalds and Burger King, every single fucking day.

Anyway, I drive these fucktards around in my van and we solve mysteries and shit.

[Moppie]

Originally Posted by Muscletang

Anyway, I drive these fucktards around in my van and we solve mysteries and shit.

So your a slightly gay prep-boy?

[jon@af]

Originally Posted by Muscletang

My job is my hobby. It has taken over my life.

My job is so fucking unbelievable. I’ll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with:

First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup. She is extremely self-centered and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe.

The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career opportunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10. I’m not sure she even showers, much less shaves her “womanly” parts. I think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the hardware store, she moans like a cat in heat.

But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the fucking stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I’m sure after work. He probably hasn’t been sober anytime in the last ten years, and he’s only 22. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960’s, and to make things worse, he brings his big fucking dog to work. Every fucking day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke. Hell, sometimes I even think it’s trying to talk with its constant bellowing. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonalds and Burger King, every single fucking day.

Anyway, I drive these fucktards around in my van and we solve mysteries and shit.

I wish I could hug you for this post.

[-Josh-]

I was trying to think of something witty, but i'm not going to be able to top muscletangs post so...yeah