lummox

what is that? btw dfa is a loser. aint no news there.

A pirate walks into a bar with a steering wheel attached to his crotch. The bartender looks at him and says, "Hey, you've got a steering wheel attached to your crotch." Exasperated, the pirate replies, "Aye, matey, it's driving me nuts!"

shit dude. even i got some kina standards. not that theres anything wrong with the xxxxxl models. ademas, pinche cabron, un burro no puede a coger ese cerdo.

fucking sea dogs.

platform shoes fucking sucked. still do. and wide lapels and leisure suits. but hairy bush was all the rage.

i started 'ship of gold in the deep blue sea' last night. so far very good. last sea book i read was 'the pirate hunter'. way good.

hotcha!

not in a push. great tr and nice job on the nostril.

he will pay. oh yes. the bitch will pay. the refrigerator aint got no lock on it.

one of the motherfucking dudes i live wit pissed all over the shitter and i sat in his pee when i sat to shit. no wonder women get mad at us men.

shit dude. some stuff even mapquest cant conquer.

sounds like a digit rectal exam gone bad.

i had me some good mex food with some coworkers during a gig in yakima. but it was in their backyard. sometimes the roach coaches got some good machaca burros.

why did you do that nad keep the same picture? everyone knows it is you, so what exactly is the point? whut? is marylou the same as alison? can she do that?

lets go. an ill try to be civil. an ill spit only when downwind. or is your name 'amber'?

just finished 'half asleep in frog pajamas'. and now i wanna get it on with a filipina chick.

just skin and cartilage that gets soft cuz they cook it a lot. its got the texture of fat.

yur lungs capacity wont change much at altitude.

fyi: strong psychotropic drugs dilate pupils.

i always get the chicken feet. its like it aint dim sum unless theres something on the table that makes you gag. plus theres always leftovers.

i see the moon and the moon sees me. the moon lights the path so quit yur whining.

struth. tho a lot of that shit looks like fuckin afterbirth. the chicken feet are fuckin wierd too. do you eat the bones or spit em out?

right on. i eat meat. there better be plenty.

I gotta agree with you here. I've come to the conclusion that trying to force my hobbies on others, whether a girlfriend or just a buddy, never seems to work. The problem is the things that I generally seem to fall for in girls don't often coincide with climbing interests. I guess I like typical 'city girls' or something. I guess I've sort of accepted that having seperate interests isn't that bad. yea. and ive come to the conclusion that i lose girlfriends when i start complaining bout how fuckin lameass lazy they are and to hurry the fuck up cuz speed is safety and to stop bitching bout the exposure. i dont mix pleasures anymore. i dont even take women fishing wit me. i just tell them girls 'its called testosterone. deal with it and shut the fuck up.'

cause when you get high early in the morning you stay high all day. wake and bake.