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Open Question: where to find fake oakley sunglasses?

Open Question: Survey: Do you personally know anyone who wears sunglasses at night/indoors?

Open Question: Which should i buy:Oakley vs. Ray Ban?

i am a guy Looking for a good pair of sunglasses, in the 150-300 price range. I would really like some aviators, but some oakley models seem cool as well. I want polorized lenses. I am not using them for sports or anything, exept mabey to wear in airsoft under my gogles. the less fog, the better.

Open Question: what is that anime called?

Its about this guy that can see spirits and has a red eye, he always is slaking off and sleeping on couch in the photography club house, a girl befriends him (she has pink, short hair and has a pink outfit skirt) she gets him to solve mysterious. there is another character that can see the spirits but he has both of his eyes red,( older long white hair wears black coat and sunglasses) always has a chick by his side but in the end he kills her I believe. I always thought this older character was the father of the main character. Can somebody tell me the title of this anime series its driving me nuts that I cant remember. yes that's what it is called "Psychic Detective Yakumo" Thank you so much !!!!!!! :)

Open Question: Poll: do you tend to buy a lot of sunglasses?

Open Question: How much does Chanel sunglasses, handbags and earrings cost in France?

I am thinking about going to Paris and I would love to go to a Chanel store and buy a pair of sunglasses, a handbag and the logo earrings. How much does it cost? All I know it's expensive, lol!

Open Question: Sites where i could get some cheap sunglasses?

Preferably somewhat cool :)

Open Question: Teen Girls: Which one should i buy?

Ok so i really just want to buy some glasses (non prescription) glasses because they honestly work really well with the contours of my face and make it look more attractive and structured. Which one should i get? Option 1: http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp?id=16333510&color=01&itemdescription=true&navAction=jump&search=true&isProduct=true&parentid=M_ACC_SUNGLASSES Option 2: http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp?id=14050181&color=01&itemdescription=true&navAction=jump&search=true&isProduct=true&parentid=M_ACC_SUNGLASSES Also while you are can you answer my cardigan question? http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AkCxaUqCjkpToATPIphxI6gazKIX;_ylv=3?qid=20120204190549AA2jk8N THANK YOU(:

Open Question: Would you read more of this book?

Prologue: When I awake, all I can register is how hot it is. I’ve been in Iraq for two years now, and still haven’t got used to the heat. Born and raised in Vermont, heat isn’t exactly my forte. I struggle out of bed, and slide into my boots. “Look who decided to wake today,” says Hanson, looking down on me with his dark eyes framed by his bushy eyebrows. Like myself, he has dark brown eyes and light hair. His eyebrows dominate his upper face, making him look stern, but his country accent won’t fool anyone. He’s the nicest guy you’ll ever meet. He’s been my best friend since boot camp, and we were lucky enough to be deployed together. I let a slight smile and go back to lacing my boots. “I can’t tell you how much I hate it out here. It’s like a sauna.” Distracted by his canteen, he holds up a finger, signaling for me to wait. “9 more months, and I’m out.” We walk outside where most men are already up, getting the days agenda. I stride over to a group of guys playing football. “Jacky! Get over here, play a little.” Says an unfamiliar voice. I play for a while until I hear my name being called. “Stalling! Get over here!” I shuffle over towards Danny Farcast. He’s Staff Sargent. He’s tall and large. I mean don’t get me wrong, he;s a good, but if you’ve never talked to him before, you’d be scared of him. “Stalling,you’re your things together. We’re going out in the hummers at 0900. We have some reports of insurgent activity near the Al Bahsir quarter, we’re going with full body armor.” Finally, some action I think to myself. “Yes sir”. While we walk over to the the Humvees, I can’t help but think if anything is going to go wrong today. I hop in the seat next to a young man, looking at his shoes. “You think we’ll have some action today?” I recognize his voice, but I still can’t see his face. I tap his chin with my hand and his head springs up. “Sorry sir!” It’s Farrel. He’s the youngest in my squad at 19. He’s only been in Iraq for two weeks, you can see why he wants to look tough to the other guys.“Only if we get shot at first” I say with a chuckle. Although he still talks with his bravado, fear still lurks in his eyes. I remove my sunglasses and stare at him. The rest of the ride is silent. I stare at the passing city behind us. Civilians are out and about. Cars are bustling around. “Road block!” Says Hanson. “Hey, hey stop!” yells Farcast. A car lies in front of us in the road. The Humvee jolts to a stop. “Alright, Stalling, Hanson, Ferrel and Clements. You guys go up there and secure the car, now!” The four of us stand and jump from the vehicle. “We’re going to get blown to bits, you know that?” He’s shaking his head. “Yeah, nice knowing you.” I joke. The car’s about a hundred yards away. “Wouldn’t it be cool if there was like, hostiles in there?” I throw my hand in front of him. “Listen to me, soldier! You didn’t come here to be tough! You came here to protect! Now you will shut up and do as your told without a word, you understand me?!” He hesitates. “Yes sir!” I lower my arm and continue walking. “What was that all about?” asks Hanson. “I don’t know. He doesn’t need to be acting all tough.” Before Hanson can respond, I see it. A dog. It’s stuck in the gutter. “Look at that.” I say. “It’s a dog. So? Plenty of dogs around here.” He replies. “You guys go ahead, I’ll catch up in a second. I stride over towards the gutter. I stop and examine the dog. He’s black, I think. He looks okay, he’s whimpering. His eyes are open, that’s good. I walk over in stiff steps and kneel down. I start to stroke his nose. I reach in and grab his upper body. I start to pull and it’s immediately evident that he’s resisting. “All right then.” I mutter. I grab him by his under arm areas and pull as hard as I can without hurting him. Eventually, I struggle him out and lay him on the sidewalk. Still kneeling, I look him over. He seems healthy. Not too banged up. “Guys! I found a do-“ I’m interrupted by the explosion. It's supposed to be in past-tense, i messed it up on this computer. its a flashback.

Open Question: Why do you guys roll down all their windows and blast yourrap?

My buddy does the same thing. but when I'm walking to class some asshole in this 08 GLI rolls down his windows and like to blast rap while wearing their shades..do they not realize that the people think they are retarded. Sometimes im riding with my buddy, he's got an 08 Volkswagen Jetta and whenever theres a group of people walking he drives really slow, rolls his windows down, puts his sunglasses on and play the most mainstream shit you could listen to.. and im like ducking in embarresment..So the question is for you people who do this is..why?