ivan

i thought the fundemental law of economics was "there's no such thing as free pussy?"

you guessed it! fucking bitches! reckon they musta thought them immoral?

both kids have the flu at the moment, so i've been taking in a toxic quantity of kids programming, and must make the following complaint: to whit, while i appreciate that phish is now on the soundtrack of the new scooby doo cartoon movies (not the live-action ones, mind) i can't help but notice in these new ones that the goblins and assorted spooks are, in fact, real -wtf?!? no "and i woulda got away w/ it if it weren't for you frak'n kids!?!" the only redeeming feature is that the f'ugly chick now always passes out when the existence of true supernatural beings is proved "because her rational mind can't except it" - oh yeah, and instead of being 20 minute long episodes now they're 75 - does these new age bitzes all figure they're peter jackson too?

dude, w/ the big openings i remember seeing between your first floor and baasement, you should skip pinks bong and get onna chongs! install yerself a 20 footer, get a friend to operate the lighter up top (or hell, engineer yerself one up, yer all johnny'on-the-spot w/ such tomfoolery) and it won't matter how cold it gets in your house, you'll be feeling fine

that and "diego luna" have been my top 2 google searches for the evenign

actually i really can't remember who i voted for - i woke up that morning after with an intense memory of haziness, a wooden dildo, coated in maple syrup in one hand, a rolled up copy of forbes, soaked in a substance suspiciously smelling like nouc nam in 'tother - my ballot was gone, plus a whole book of stamps and the better part of a costco jar of peanut butter - what i memory i do wish i could stamp out was the incessant shrieking of my half-irish/half-italian mother-in-law, undiminished after by then near a full 24 hrs of bourbon-pounding

i woulda thought a mammal so large n' furry as yerself could just eschew the whole thang?

i may bring my chilluns out for some x-treme trailwalking here in a few hours hmmm....both kids leaking green snot and w/ 100+ degree fevers - can i consider a beacon trip therapuetic?

his bicep tat is totally familiar to me - maybe i saw him in index this summer?

i may bring my chilluns out for some x-treme trailwalking here in a few hours

funny - the first trip i ever took to smiff i led amphetamine grip after sketchy todd, who said he knew the beta for super-slab, climbed the first 1/3 of it by accident, then freaked out and came back down - the last 40 feet of that climb rawks - totally proless scary ass climbing, but only 5.8! bill, are those their 3 pins on the first pitch of blownout?

what kinda shrooms ya eating there dave? taking the daughter down to the condo, nice!

but i thought canuckistan was a socialist workers paradise?

franzia burgundy - 11.99 for 5 liters w/ yer club card - the toasted cheese and soft-tack on the side-board is more to the point, as is the quiet household w/ the wife n' chilluns asleep - christ, i even found the little woman's private stash of smokes!

it's not officially kewl if any tom'dick'n'hank can watch you do it

i'm honored this happened on my b-day but seriously, i don't think anyone can beat the august abraham for this most hallowed accolade "what's that, o-crazy-voice-in-my-head? kill my first born? hell's yeah!!!"

good lord, why can't this zest for life extend beyond the hours of 9 and 10!?!

all the more reason for stealing a gri-gri from your local climbing gym and self-fear-teaching yerself how to use it to solo-climb! the biggest probelm i found this past winter, having learned to aid-solo, was that i embraced too-fully my natural tendency to ignore my fellow man - luckily, my general total lack of self-provided herbal remedies kept me in touch w/ my true friends

the best thai meals are the ones where you feel like your shitting pure icy-hot paste the next day

i am a great example of something i'm not sure what but when i figure it out i'm writing a good paper about it goddammit

They'll fuck anything. quite similiar to their drinking policy too

cogito como spray. y tu brute?

cogito ergo spray

I am trying to set up the "search inside the book" feature on amazon...maybe if you reload the page enough times, you can print out an almost complete copy it wouldn't be the same w/o the doodly stick figures doing tai-chi

these guys (n' gals) would know just to with these bastards!