lummox

whataya get when you cross a straw and a snake? a slurpent.

your suposed to wait for the third date with barbie.

i gots some montrails d-whatever. they kina clunky compared to running shoes but they climb okay. pretty much right on for the odd 5th class move among a bunch of 3rd and 4th scrambling. they much moe comfortable with different inserts.

my checklist is difrent. i must be unhappy. damit. health-okay spouse-none kids-sometimes bucks-few push myself outdoors...to point of excitement/fear? i get hard just thinking bout runouts.

hold onto that dream. does it make the suck of everday life not so bad?

fra-gi-le. must be italian.

wheres the pink? i wana see the action shots.

racing aint no fuckin popularity contest.

read this: Grand-Mère, the official coffee supplier at the Tour de France, is distributing free cups of the black liquid at the start and finish each day. In the Village départ, that adds up to about 1,500 cups while the hostesses serve another 5,000 plastic cups to the general public. At the finish, the same amount is dispensed. From the cars in the publicity caravan, 54,000 bags containing 40g of coffee are thrown to the public on the side of the road. thats fuckin cool.

those plbs are pretty common for private boat owners. they dont work for shit if the batteries go. i reckon its better to plan on saving your own ass in case of emergency. once had a coast guard helocopter fly over a fishing boat i was on when the epirb shifted in the cabinet and got turned on. embarassment dont describe the half of it.

i find it difficult to believe that jon ashcroft will make this a priority. but i hope the teenagers get nailed.

time for a baseball game at the squish? no problem taking sporting equipment over the border. bring it.

that dude gets hurt all the fuckin time. its bad timing for him though. a kickass performance by him could win him head spot on the usps team when lance retires. im thinkin floyd maybe the go to guy at this point. gotta love a guy name 'floyd' anyhow.

i got to hear the tunes of 'dj pham' last week. some short and fat vietnamese guy wearing baggy clothes an trying to be ghetto and shit. 'proud to me american where at least i know im free' is all i can say.

Ok, ok, I lived in Israel for 6 months, and it was fucking awesome. And I've travelled all over the U.S. I love travelling. But I have been to Sandusky. I use to live in Ohio. SUCKED ASS. I'm sorry...wasn't referring to you...aimed at Lummox... my ladies dont call it 'fuckstick'. no. 'mr pleasure' is the nom de amour. but thats a wierd question to ask.

i was on a flight when the kid in the seat in front of me shits something terrible stinky. the stewardess came running with this little wipe thing she pulles out of a foil pack. she waves it in the air and the smell was gone. fucking miracle stuff. like nuclear febreze. wish i knew what it was.

you wont be able to buy medical maryjane?

Sounds like you need to get beyond the confines of your trailer, or does your parole terms prohibit that? with enough foil wrap around my electronic ankle bracelet i can go anywhere i want.

i was in a plane bout to land in houston when we were hit by lightning. that was pretty freaky. but what was scary was the captains voice over the intercom: 'ladies and gentlemen . . . ' then fuckin nothing for bout a minute. then he says everthing is okay. it sure was quiet in the cabin while we waited for the captain to start talking again.

sounds like you been to assramistan alot too. fuckin gaytard chestbeater.

coonyard is a fuckin chuffer.

a friend showed me an oldtime kina knot for rapping. itsa square knot with the ends tied as a fishermans. the idea is that its easy to untie. it is.

texan bout to kick ass in french country. sneaky german may ruin party plans.

hey stoopid. what about refiners fire?