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jon, that wasn't very nice what you said about my momma

quote: Originally posted by sketchfest: As an added bonus you smell kinda herby and if your into wild life and in the deep woods, your likely to attract a mountain lion or two for some up close action photos. Heeere kitty, kitty! probably not a good option for Scot'teryx. [ 06-25-2002, 01:26 PM: Message edited by: trask ]

agreed! it's the bomb

timmy- I use the msr pocket rocket and it's tit. Simmers too. Weighs about 3 oz., size of Cpts. dick (about 3" ) and runs about $30. Unless I'm snow camping at below zero, I use the rocket exclusively.

My feet get real hot in hiking boots. After about 8 miles they're on fire. My son has 5.10 Guide Almightys (mid-height) and loves them. I'm ready to get a pair myself and bag the gunboats.

touche...

Wazzamatter wit chu SK? You don't like Sven and Ole jokes?

There was this Norwegian farmer, Ole, from Wisconsin, and he is going to Minnesota to buy a cow at a sale. Ole gets to Minnesota and buys the nicest looking cow there and takes it home. Getting ready to milk it, Ole grabs a hold of the teats, pulls, and the cow farts. Ole thinks to himself, "Uffda, oh what da heck," and he grabs a hold of the teats, pulls once more and the cow farts again. At this point, in walks his Swedish neighbor, Sven. Eyeing Ole's new cow, Sven asks could he try milking it as it sure looks like a good milk cow. Ole replies with a "yah", and Sven grabs a hold, pulls on the cow's teats and the cow farts. Sven looks at Ole and says, "Yah buy dis cow in Minnesota?" Ole says, "Yah, I did, but I never told ya dat. How'd ya know I bought da cow in Minnesota?" Sven says, "My wife, Cristy, is from Minnesota."

I prefer Vienna Sausages, spray cheese and Triscuits. Oh, and one of those cute little umbrella drinks. Oh, and while I'm at it, why not throw in some booty in a thong with bodacious tatas and a "come hither young man" look about her. [ 06-24-2002, 07:18 PM: Message edited by: trask ]

A six pack of Gen X. Watery, miserable excuse for a drink. Glamorized piss... packaged in silver and metallic blue.

no shit just look at twight [ 06-24-2002, 02:53 PM: Message edited by: trask ]

quote: Originally posted by Dru: quote:Originally posted by Big Wall Betty: And who lives in Vantage? Deadheads waiting for the horde tour to hit the gorge?

You're all delusional...bring Jack Daniels!

and easier on the knees...

Get together with Harmon and suck down some power gel. [ 06-24-2002, 10:44 AM: Message edited by: trask ]

that's because I stopped payment

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"Hey Mabutu, you lazy bastard! Sell a yacht and fix this bridge."

Daisy = Pleasuremachine

Dennis Harmon = Allison

I don't understand why anybody would blacklist Dru. Me, or Cpt. or AK yeah, but we're turds and deserve it.

I ignore Dru daily

I climbed onto an anonymous female "human" recipient. [ 06-24-2002, 09:07 AM: Message edited by: trask ]

An Englishman, Irishman and a Scotsman are all playing golf with their wives. The Englishman's wife steps up to the tee and as she bends over to place her ball a gust of wind blows her skirt up and reveals her lack of underwear. "Good God! Why aren't you wearing any knickers?" her husband demanded. "Well, you don't give me enough housekeeping money to afford to buy any." The Englishman immediately reaches into his pocket and says, "For the sake of decency here's $50, go and buy yourself some underwear". Next the Irishman's wife bends over to set her ball on the tee. Her skirt blows up to show that she is wearing no undies. "Bejesus woman. You've no knickers - why not?" She replies "I can't afford any on the housekeeping money you give me". He reaches into his pocket and says, "For the sake of decency here's $20, go and buy yourself some underwear!". Lastly, the Scotsman's wife bends over. The wind also takes her skirt over her head to reveal that she too is naked under it. "Hoots Mon woman! Wht d'ye hae no knickers?" She too explains, "You don't give me enough housekeeping money to be able to afford any." The Scot reaches into his pocket and says, "For the sake of decency here's a comb, tidy yourself up a bit!"