lummox

hey yall. i dint gaine any weight eating chocolate and ham and all during christmas and new year celebrations. i ahve been sorta nice to some women but i am over that now. i ahve wacked some ice and plan to visit some rock in a warm area soon. i aint gettin any younger. game on!

a poor workman blames his tools.

coffee and copenhagen. it seems to boost my testosterone and rile up my anger level. so fuk off!

on saturday while smokin out? puff puff give give. motherfuker.

werd

now that is sick.

loose from the factory is a possibility. the us distributor will fix em for you. tho it might just be the female connectors need a little pinch with pliers

i thought it was fisher that was making a short (like 135cm) fat ski that wasnt too bad for slapping on your pack. all they got now is a 155cm 'kammerlander'. truth be told there are many skis that will work for you. and most of em can be found used. shit. i even seen short fat skis that fold in half on a hinge to let em be packed easily.

i used the phone for long distance sex before im was available. but i turned off messenger cause it bugged me to have someone drop stupid ass notes like 'what ya doing?' then expect me to answer back.

what are the budget limits then? if none go full bling with black diamond shizzle. i am sure that 'real' skiers have other ideas.

since a ski lift dont seem to be an option . . . will you dealing with trees or are long skis okay?

carol moseley braun http://www.carolforpresident.com

vote early and vote often.

i kina feel sorry for that paul oneill dude. his ass is basically gonna get fuked. kina like that cia chick whose husband said some shit bout the white house makin up info on niger uranium. or that guy vance foster who commited 'suicide'. bad shit gonna go down.

support your president or be labeled 'unpatriotic'. no. really. this is no joke.

i like you.

them old climbing ropes are perfect for taking up space in the bottom of your gear box. fukin a. they just dont seem to go away. kina like old issues of playboy. or bitch exwives. or poo threads on cc.com. why just this morning i dropped some impressive turds into the water. the recent addition of california oranges with their large dose a fiber is really having a noticeable effect.

do women take their shirt off when they shit?

must be the buick 'rainier' that is being pimped. f-in wanna be hummer imo. not enough bling for the ghetto yet not enough clearance for the rednecks. who is this thing made for? canadians?

yet another instance of theoretical not matching practical. i dont think i go through any extraordinary gyrations while releasing the hostages. them things just flush spontaneous like.

that mag is way too edgy and shit for my mainstream whitebread republican-voting fat ass. tho i preciate the support of american auto makers.

no doubt. too much e really messes up your seratonin levels. but aint it fun? wait. what you talking bout?

alright. wtf is up with them automatic flushing toilets that go off mid crap? i hate gettin startled that way.

In this case it was a crime. Nowhere does it say that the chalk placed was against the law BEFORE the ban was put in place. i use magnesium carbonate as a dietary supplement.

now the last time i got high (almost) was last month in mexico. my buddies convinced me that i needed a bag a weed. they dont smoke cuz they got random drug testing. i dont drink cuz i am a drunk. we seem to have a decent working relationship. anyway. i got a huge freekin bag a oaxacan ditch weed for twenty bucks off of ruben the taxi cab driver. smoked a couple huge joints. enjoyed the snap crackle pop of the seeds i missed while cleaning that shit in the middle of some poor ass barrio with some drunk mexican cowboys whooping it up with ruben and my drunk friends (i always seem to wind up in these fuked up situations). almost got high. fukin ruben dont know shit about weed imho. went into a stipper club slash whorehouse and couldnt get sprung for none of them wenches while my buddies got more drunk. threw the rest (about 2 fukin ounces) away. fuk it. i dont need that shit no more. i could pass any gotdamed drug test now. but do my eyes look clear and bright and sober an shit: hell no. they got a touch of sun the other day then wind burned yesterday. and let me tell you that ice cold visine onto a stinging eyeball is a singularly exquisite feeling of 'ow!'. wtf? i hardly abuse any substances yet i look like a fukin cypress hill groupie.