lummox

'you met me at a very strange time in my life.'

too bad that 'dragon' is so small. more like a fuckin gecko.

so who the fuck died and made osama bin laden king of the whol terorist bullshit thing? as far as i can tell his only qualifications are lots of money, kidney disease, and a bad attitude. wtf? that almost describes dick cheney.

yammer yammer

i cunt count

fuckin classic. too bad yur friend lost his poles.

oedipus was a mother fucker.

cool chic

screw the fast time crap. climb the cruel shoes start and get style points instead.

Erik, try these filters , I think you will like the taste of the coffee. those hemp filters are bleached. thats fucked up.

you need to get out more often. i think the sword is a cooler lead. the exposure is more. but the split pillar is way cool, too. like comparing olde english 800 to king cobra: it all fuckin works.

i predict mr tricky scot will get squat. dont fuck around playin games with that shit. itll bite you in the ass. be upfront with them. the result might surprise you.

thats cuz its fucking 10d, dipshit. ana 10d is harder thana 10b. next stupid question.

i get this killer joe from the health food store. its shade grown, organic, and harvested by weel compensated workers who have health insurance, maternity leave, and 4 weeks of paid vacation per year.

that reminds me. what is it that al qaeda wants? whats the fucking point of blowin people up? blowin up trashcans for fun is somthing i can relate to, but killing random people is plain fucking wierd. are they pissed off bout waco and the branch davidians still?

im there, dude.

the best revenge is living well. party on.

is there that much snow at that elevation right now? im thinking maybe some drifts and for sure a bunch of tree limbs. but thats all. easy ride downhill.

ride yur bike to the trailhead.

i went up the canyon from leavanworth to boulder a while ago. walked a few minutes to a group of boulders and found: one bong surrounded by 4 pads and no one in sight. that temptation shit is fucked up. the druggie klepto in my was quivering. lucky for the owners of that shit, they showed up and put the bong in the supsicious looking paper sack.

true story: im out on a three day backpack trip by myslef. im enjoying the sunshine, the trail, and some quality herb. i stop to take a leak, and discover a tick on the end of my dick. embedded. i basically freak out. eventually i get the tick off, but am so paranoid from the xperience that inappropriate self-touching ensues for the rest of the trip.

dint you know that wmds was a red herring? ask for a refund from the lousy college you went to.

it aint the year, its the mileage. or sumpin like that.

joke: When I was 14 I hoped that one day I would have a girlfriend. When I was 16 I got a girlfriend, but there was no passion. So I decided that I needed a passionate girl with a zest for life. In college I dated a passionate girl, but she was too emotional. Everything was an emergency; she was a drama queen who cried all the time. So I decided I needed a girl with stability. When I was 25 I found a very stable girl but she was boring. She was totally predictable and never got excited about anything. Life became so dull that I decided that I needed a girl with some excitement. When I was 28 I found an exciting girl, but I couldn't keep up with her. She rushed from one thing to another, never settling on anything. She did mad, impetuous things and made me miserable as often as happy. She was great fun initially and very energetic, but directionless. So I decided to find a girl with some real ambition. When I turned 31, I found a smart ambitious girl with her feet planted firmly on the ground and married her. She was so ambitious that she divorced me and took everything I owned. I am now 40 and looking for a girl with a very big rack.