Accordingly, by Dr. Chen's method of calculation, the copayment experience would have to be deemed even more pound-foolish than we found it to be.

This tension is familiar in the lives of most environmentalists. Some own cars; some still eat meat.

They'd been rumped out of half a kilo of charlie by a toeraf of a crack-head called Mad Mickey D from Bermondsey. And after he rumped them he was going round telling everybody that the Arifs were total fucking mugs. So they called him out for a drink one night, palled him up and then proceeded to get him paralytic.

The same logic applies to leg presses; the more you lower the sled, the harder your hams have to work, as long as you're controlling the weight.