An ice pick is a tool used to break up, pick at, or chip at ice. It resembles a scratch awl, but is designed for picking at ice rather than wood. Before the invention of modern refrigerators, ice picks were a ubiquitous household tool used for separating and shaping the blocks of ice used in ice boxes.
Outside the USA, the term ice pick also commonly refers to a mountaineers' tool known in the USA as an ice axe.
Like most other tools, ice picks have been used for more than their intended use. For example, mafia hitman Abe "Kid Twist" Reles used an ice pick as his weapon of choice. Fellow Murder, Inc. hitman Harry "Pittsburgh Phil" Strauss also employed an ice pick as a weapon. On the show Deadliest Warrior, the ice pick is featured as a "Mafia weapon", and shown to be capable of piercing through bone easily. In the 1992 movie Basic Instinct, multiple characters are stabbed with ice picks.
Neurologist Walter Freeman used medical instruments called leucotomes, and later orbitoclasts, both of which were essentially ice picks, to perform transorbital lobotomies. This operation was informally called "ice pick lobotomy": the leucotome was hammered into the patient's brain with a rubber mallet via the eye's tear duct.
David Blaine (born David Blaine White; April 4, 1973) is an American illusionist and endurance artist. He is best known for his high-profile feats of endurance, and has made his name as a performer of street and close-up magic. He has set and broken several world records. Theatre owner James Nederlander as well as The New York Times have referred to Blaine as a modern day Houdini.
Blaine was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York and is of Puerto Rican descent on his father's side, and Russian Jewish on his mother's. His mother, Patrice Maureen White (1946–1995), was a school teacher living in New York, and his father William Perez was a Vietnam veteran. When he was four years old, he saw a magician performing magic in the subway. This sparked an interest in Blaine. He was raised by his single mother and attended many schools in Brooklyn. When he was ten years old, his mother married John Bukalo and they moved to Little Falls, New Jersey, where he attended Passaic Valley Regional High School. He has a half-brother named Michael James Bukalo. When he was 17 years old, Blaine moved to Manhattan, New York.
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After a brutal home invasion claim his wife and unborn child, officer Marcus Taylor becomes a vigilante assassin by night known as Criminal. His battle for revenge is one against Pharaon City's ruthless crime syndicates who have sunk the city to it's lowest depths.
Keywords: anti-hero, hero, justice, vigilante
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John Lyshitski is a car stealing slacker, with a weed problem, and has been in Illinois' Rossmore State Penitentiary so many times, he knows its entire population of both staff and cons by their fast names. Cursed with the old ill luck of being in the wrong place, at the wrong time, in possession of the wrong car, he's been deemed a lost cause repeat offender in the eyes of everyone else. When the heartless judge, who has been behind most of his sentences, goes to the big court house in the sky, John decides to ruin the man's legacy by having the judge's only offspring, Nelson Biederman IV, thrown in the slammer along with him. Here, the world-class selfish jerk learns a certain old lesson the hard way: Do unto others as you would have others do unto you. But has John gone too far in the payback department?
Keywords: accidental-suicide, adoption, apology, aryan-brotherhood, assault, asthma, asthma-inhaler, auto-theft, bank, bare-butt
Welcome to the slammer
Nelson Biederman IV: [Long silence] So now what do we do?::John Lyshitski: Hmm? [pause] What do you mean?::Nelson Biederman IV: What do I mean? I mean, what are we... what are we supposed to *do*?::John Lyshitski: We're doin' it, man. This is it. We're right in the thick of the action. We hang out here, go to lunch, come back, hang out some more, go to dinner... You know how someone might describe a situation that's unpleasant or confining as being, "like a prison"?::Nelson Biederman IV: [pause] Yeah.::John Lyshitski: This is what they were referring to.
Barry: Prepare to be woo-ed, by the master.
John Lyshitski: Under all the swastikas, he's a real prick.
John Lyshitski: We should be cellmates. I don't snore, and I'm a quiet masturbator. Hell, I'll even give you the top bunk.
Nelson Biederman IV: It's okay to cry. Crying takes the sad out of you.
Barry: [flirting] Of all the bathroom stalls, in all the correction facilities in all the world, he walks into mine.::Nelson Biederman IV: [extremely uncomfortable] Haven't you heard the news Barry?::Barry: The news? Oh yeah. Barry finally pitches, Pisces catches, home team wins.
[after the jury have watched a tape of Nelson robbing the drug store]::Judge Eva Fwae Wun: Mr. Hingly?::Duane: Oh, yeah?::Judge Eva Fwae Wun: You may proceed with your defense.::Duane: [whispering to Nelson] Watch this.::[Duane walks up to the jury]::Duane: Ladies and gentlemen of the jury. You've all seen Jurassic Park, and yet you are aware that Jeff Goldblum have never actually been attacked by dinosaurs. Even through you've seen it with your own eyes, on a T.V. not unlike that one.::[Duane points dramatically at the television]::Duane: I rest my case!::[Nelson looks confused and shocked]::John Lyshitski: Bwahahah!
[Some of the prisoners try to grab Nelson in the shower, but John comes to his rescue]::John Lyshitski: Hey! He is my property, you dick monster! You got that? [Pushes the one standing closest] This little frilly is all mine! You can look, but not touch! This little asshole only got one name on it! Mine! Romeo! Romeo Lyshitski! No rear entry! [slaps his hand on Nelson's butt and points at Barry] That goes for you!::[Barry walks off]::John Lyshitski: That big bastard is the head of the Black G Lords.::[Nelson is stiff as a board]::Nelson Biederman IV: I don't mean to sound ungrateful John... but did you have to stick your finger up my ass?::John Lyshitski: Nope, probably not. But it happened.::[Doesn't remove his hand before now]
John Lyshitski: If I had a nickel for every time I've been incarcerated... I'd have fifteen cents.
John Lyshitski: Same Lyshitski, different day.
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Narcotics cops Mike Lowrey and Marcus Bennett head up a task force investigating the flow of ecstasy into Miami. Their search leads to a dangerous kingpin, whose plan to control the city's drug traffic has touched off an underground war. Meanwhile, things get sexy between Mike and Syd, Marcus's sister.
Keywords: 2000s, absurdism, accidental-shooting, action-hero, ak-47, ambulance, amsterdam-netherlands, autopsy, bare-breasts, bare-chested-male
[to his sister, a Miami DEA agent]::Marcus Burnett: That was reckless, that was stupid, and that was dangerous. [pauses] I'm telling Mommy.
Marcus Burnett: You a virgin?::Reggie: Yes, sir.::Marcus Burnett: Good. Keep it that way. Ain't gonna be no fucking tonight.::Mike Lowery: You ever made love to a man?::Reggie: No.::Mike Lowery: You want to?
Mike Lowery: Now *that's* how you supposed to shoot! From now on, that's how you shoot! Oh man, I want my next partner to shoot like that. WOOOOO... it takes a dysfunctional motherfucker to bust somebody in the head like that. That's some dysfunctional shit! My next partner's gonna invite me to his barbeques and shit, though.
Mike Lowery: You know, Dan Marino should definitely buy this car. Well, not this one, 'cause I'm gonna fuck this one up. But he should definitely get one just like it.
Mike Lowery: [singing] Bad boys, bad boys what ya gonna do? What ya gonna do when we come for you?::[Marcus starts ad-libbing the first verse]::Mike Lowery: Dude, you gotta learn the words.::Marcus Burnett: We usually only do the chorus.
Mike Lowery: It ain't exactly a pool, man. It's like a big-ass puddle wrapped in blue plastic.
Mike Lowery: We ride together, we die together. Bad boys for life.
Marcus Burnett: [on seeing a rat] Oh, shit. These ain't normal rats.::Mike Lowery: What my partner means is that these are a special breed called, umm...::Marcus Burnett: Big motherfuckers.
Mike Lowery: [pointing a flashlight at Marcus' eyes] What are you on? Look at your pupils.::Marcus Burnett: Look at my pupils? How the hell am I gonna look at my pupils?::[tries to cross his eyes]
[Repeated Line]::Floyd Poteet: I've got my rights.
Detective Swanson: You mess with me, Nightshade... Primus... I'll haul you both in...::Primus: But we haven't broken the law... haven't broken the law YET.
Icepick: Bring me some more pasta, pronto! I haven't got all day.::Marcello: Where do you want us to get it from?::Icepick: A STORE.
Detective Swanson: But you're a former judge, Judge Henry. You should respect the law. Not take it into your own hands, it isn't right. Let the law handle it.::Primus: The police force is totally useless.
Brad Casper: Swanson, I didn't tell anybody this, but I ran into this old guy that saw Nightshade run off. The guy he described looked EXACTLY LIKE THIS GUY. *shows photo of Judge Henry to Swanson*::Detective Swanson: So what? Doesn't mean Judge Henry is Nightshade.::Brad Casper: Believe what you want. But I'd look into it if I were you.::Detective Swanson: And where would I look, Brad?::Brad Casper: Oh, old hideouts. Old warehouses, garages, run-down buildings. Stuff where vigilante types may have some sort of home base.::Detective Swanson: Ok.::Brad Casper: Just a second. I'm gonna give you an authentically autographed tie, by ME! Yours truly. *signs a necktie for him* There you are, Detective! Don't smudge the ink.::Detective Swanson: Thanks. I'll wear it with pride.::Brad Casper: Ok.
It's a world of love You love us We love you For all the wonderful things in life That we love to do It's a world of love Going to help everyone that I can The feeling of unity is so great Got to give each other a big hand It's a world of hate You hate us We hate you For all the bulshit Thath we put each other through
Walls of lies Mointains of hate People say they'll learn But I'm tired of the wait I've once cared Wound up in the dirt Now I'm going to hate It's my turn to hurt
The pitbull bows to no one
ONWARD TO VICTORY (x3)
Never accept defeat
ONWARD TO VICTORY
With all the strength inside of me
Force of an earthquake grip like a pitbull
ONWARD TO VICTORY
No one stands in the way
Nothing can stop me
ONWARD TO VICTORY
Nothing but power and fury within me
When I unleash there is no pity
When the pitbull strikes
There's no mercy for the enemy
Strike you down
ONWARD TO VICTORY
Onward, take you out
ONWARD TO VICTORY
Onward, strike you down
Never accept defeat
ONWARD TO VICTORY
I stand unconquered
ONWARD TO VICTORY
My blood flows cold
ONWARD TO VICTORY
Crushing all those who dare to face me
Honor and triumph
[Freddy Madball]
We are the realest, we live what we say
Our beliefs are absolute, we carry on the legacy
Bona fide, respected, our names speak for themselves
Our beliefs are our strengths in heaven and hell
[Jamey Jasta]
Don't say that we're jaded or part of the elite
And don't ever consider us part of your scene
Cuz we've outlived trends and never conformed
To you or your standards, we're claiming what's ours
[Pete Morcey]
The weak are the ones who need to proclaim
All this shit they would never say to our faces
They judge us like cowards having never known
Who and what we've stood for, for many years strong
[Paul Bearer]
We've paved this path for so many to follow
Carrying on this tradition with honor
This life was chosen, our words comes from the heart
Long live this brotherhood until death due us part
Fuck those who oppose
[Jamey Jasta & Ice T]
REAL RECOGNIZES REAL
Motherfuckers show respect
REAL RECOGNIZES REAL
You got to give it to get it
[Al Barr]
Our impact is forever felt, blood bound friendship
As heaven's witness
Respect all those who came before us
Our place in time engraved in the world
[Al Barr and Roger Miret]
Still we fight, to salvage and remain
Fuck those who oppose
This is our lives
This is more to us
More than you'll ever know
So show your respect, prove your allegiance
Fuck those who oppose
[Lord Ezec (AKA Danny Diablo)]
We are the ones who bled for the scene
Hardcore 4 life, straight from the streets
The good the bad the ugly and proud
Creating sonic chaos, playing it loud
This code of brotherhood, stands strong
This code of brotherhood, in memory of those who are
gone
Real recognizes real, let the haters hate
Cuz it's survival of the fittest and there's no escape
[Ice T (AKA Iceberg)]
Icepick punk bitch, blood in the mosh pit
Dump with a full clip, masters of this hard shit
Roll with the ill click, blast ya with the four fifth
Live our lives with no remorse
Tomorrow is not a promise
Regret nothing when times are hard
tonight we live with no regard
tonight we live, cuz tomorrow we might not get a second
chance!
Our time is shorter than we'll ever know
Quicker than we let ourselves believe
Before we realise it's come and past
So I do my best to make these memories last
Cuz tomorrow we might not get a second chance
We're gonna say what we have to say
Forget our problems from today
Live the night and seize them moment for as long as we
Nothing will be taken for granted
Nothing's gonna bring us down
Nothing's gonna break our spirit
Cuz tomorrow we might not be around
If there is peace to be made do what you can
Tomorrow is not a promise
and if friendship needs mending be the better man
Tomorrow is not a promise
If closure can be made then make amens
Tomorrow is not a promise
And if something is worth fighting for then take a
stand
because tomorrow is not a promise to any of us!
Tonight we gonna live our lives
Tonight we gonna make it right
Put our differences aside
Cuz we might not get a second chance tomorrow
Tonight we live like there is no tomorrow
Tonight we push our cares aside
Gonna live my life gonna show my pride
If I make it tomorrow then I'll be alright
Today I closed another chapter
Poured my heart out onto every page
Every word seared into my memory
Every thought clouded with barbaric rage
Never will I, relinquish my trust to you
Never will I, fall back into that abyss
I've learned that when you die life continues
Leave this world with dignity and virtue
I had a VIOLENT EPIPHANY
What it took to set me free was a violent epiphany
Pain gave me wisdom
Fear gave me insight
Hate gave me reason
VIOLENT EPIPHANY (x2)
I had a VIOLENT EPIPHANY
Today I wrote another chapter
Poured blood & sweat through my pen
Learned from the trials of life
The hard way and gained respect from my fellow man
The city was my education
Streets were my textbooks
Wandering in desperation, with a dismal outlook
Never will I fall back into that abyss
I've learned that when you die life continues
Leave this world with dignity and virtue
VIOLENT EPIPHANY
What it took to set me free was a VIOLENT EPIPHANY
The city was my education
Streets were my textbooks
Wandering in desperation, with a dismal outlook