lummox

sorry, but yes, by about 5 years. Bullshit. The older the berry, the sweeter the juice. thaz the blacker the berry.

i am willing to date you (in the biblical sense) AND teach you to climb. baby.

amber?

dude. them is pretty good burgers.

the castle rocks area is lower elevation. i assume it would be climbable early season.

big ass chase scenes with lots of noise and crashes.

ai-eet. i fukin know we have all had them. so out with your war stories. here is one of mine: at around age 6 i used to play 'arabs' with my neighbor. we would literally put on dust rags instead of clothes and run around fighting bedouins and shit. so one time i am wearing rags chatting to my friends cousin (a girl my same age) who was visiting the neighborhood when she looks down and points at my crotch and starts laughing. turns out i was hanging brain. i was fukin mortified. and i still remember that episode everytime i run into the cousin.

the pc term is 'gelded'. kina like 'married'.

i know from my own rigorous experimentation that if you consume a minimart burrito with a pint of chocolate milk you can asphyxiate yourself and anybody else within a 10 foot radius. there outta be a warning label.

i read that microsoft source code leakage might compromize my puters security. is this more attorney general style scare tactics (though hats off to the central scrutinizer ashcroft for not losing his composure yesterday while announcing the indictement of the bay area steroid distributors i woulda had a hard time keeping a straight face) or should i be worried? wtf?

what is the expected freeze elevation?

the compound name is similar to the androgynous ones to signify confused sexual preference. so a 'benandjennifer' is much the same as a 'pat' or 'terry' or 'dru'.

well you got a start on the totems poles.

shizzle goes through cycles. pubic clubbing will rise again. though ... oh never mind.

and robbob

you are so uptight. get over yourself and the patriarchal anglo-saxo puritanism already.

dude. there is serious money in selling the undies worn by japanese schoolgirls. extra cash for the skid marked ones too.

i do ya bitch. its called a 'bluewater 10.5'. and a squirrely too.

fukin trask was bragging to me one day, "You know, I know everyone there is to know. Just name someone, anyone, and I know them." tired of his boasting, i called bullshit, "OK, trask, how about Jack Nicholson?" "Sure, yes, Jack and I are old friends, and I can prove it." So trask and i fly out to Hollywood and knock on Jack Nicholson's door, and sure enough, Jack shouts, " trask!" in that nasal kina psycho voice just like outta the movie the shining. "Great to see you! You and your friend come right in and join me for lunch!" Although impressed, i was still skeptical. After we left Nicholson's house, i tell fukin trask that i think him knowing Nicholson was just lucky. "No, no, just name anyone else," trask says. "President Bush." "Yes," trask says, "I know him, let's fly out to Washington." And off we go. At the White House, Bush spots trask on the tour and motions him and me over, saying, "trask, what a surprise, I was just on my way to a meeting, but you and your friend come on in. Let's have a cup of coffee first, and catch up." so we do. gotta say the curtains are pretty fukin swank in the presidents pad. Well, i was shaken by now, but still not totally convinced. and then theres all this travel which i am enjoying: always fly with the valium i say. After we left the White House grounds, i still was dubious. trask again implored me to name anyone else. "The Pope." "Sure!" says trask. "I've known the Pope a long time." So off we fly to Rome. old shit all over that city. and cats too which is weird. but i digress. . . trask and i are assembled with the masses in Vatican Square when trask says, "This will never work. I can't catch the Pope's eye among all these people. Tell you what, I know all the guards so let me just go upstairs and I'll come out on the balcony with the Pope." And he disappeared into the crowd headed toward the Vatican. Sure enough, half an hour later trask emerges with the Pope on the balcony. But by the time trask returned, he found me surrounded by paramedics trying to revive me after i fainted. Working his way to my side, trask asks the medic dudes, "Wtf happened?" i looked up and said, "i was doing fine until you and the Pope came out on the balcony and the Japanese tourist next to me asked, Who's that on the balcony with trask?" fukin trask.

from the little i know of retail stores they got bills to pay this time of year. you can wheel and deal a lot. go get a fukin new pair of boards.

nice recovery. second hand ropes are great for setting up play equipment for children: swings and the like. they make trendy dog leashes. some people put em trailer boats but nylon sinks so i think its stupid. personally new ropes are an extravagance i feel i deserve. werd.

jk. geez

the 'utility' is a co-op. that has to be a factor in cash flow.

rumor has it that the bigwig republicans are looking for another running mate for 2004. yeah. it will be dick cheney and somebody yet un-named.

i have heard of hot springs. if you like hanging out with old leathery naked people you should go.