lummox

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.

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.

sailboaters use the little windmills to recharge 12 volt systems. with an inverter you could get more i reckon. it all depends on what you want to power in your home.

who the fuck writes letters anymore? i think it is phony.

that is just wrong.

Isn't that true only in the Northern Hemisphere? no. it works in the southern hemisphere too when you stand on your head.

your aunt COULD BE A THREAT. it is called the bush doctrine. and if you dont like it you aint a patriot.

What gives you the idea you ARE living within the bounds? the parole officer?

then there is the buys-ballot law: 'with your back to the wind low pressure is to the left.'

provides an outlet for releasing tension and that allows me to live within the bounds of society.

the bush doctrine is lame. would you tolerate the police kickin your ass because you might present a threat?

i get the info from the infallible world wide web. the information superhighway. check out http://www.justsail.com/rmaterial.htm i am of a mind that the 500c temp is a material science joke. something with 'curie point' as the punchline. oh. you dont have to use a bic lighter to melt kevlar with btw.

The tech cord has a melting point of 932°F (compared to Kevlar's melting point of 260°F)...good point about the Kevlar tho. stfu plinko. youre out of your element. lumm, havin' a bad day? If it's over your head and you've got no clue (typical) and you can't answer the question then don't waste everyones time by taking up board space and talkin shit...if you wanna troll and throw down, that's what the Spray board is for. If anyone else has used Tech Cord, or knows more about it than lumm, I'd love to hear more... kevlar has a melting point of 500 centigrad. what is that in farenheit? 500c=>9/5(500) + 32 = 932f. the melting point of spectra is 165centigrad => 329farenheit. plinko: gargle butt grave asseyes. mo-ron. oh yeah: using the small end of a figure eight to rap small diameter line helps control speed a lot.

The tech cord has a melting point of 932°F (compared to Kevlar's melting point of 260°F)...good point about the Kevlar tho. stfu plinko. youre out of your element.

aint mensjournal for closeted gay men? wtf?

i guess you have never tripped the light fantastic with lassie before or you would understand.