Dechristo

Having read the latest in the "Climber's Death" thread immediately before reading this entry makes for an interesting segue. If we experienced the "flow" in work as in sport, would we differentiate? The term "holiday" evolved from "holy day"; holy moments => the "flow". Were the "flow" found in most we do, the pleasure of "rare accidents" would apprize our daily experience. Fuck tedium.

I'm good wit dat... but, if you use "phlegmatic" in that manner again, I'm gonna have to help you with that dishonorable death.

not to mention mind wanderings from staring at an ass crack.

She looks like a bitch to me.

You can see why he's taken with the her:

C'mon, admit it. You got that pooch porn photo from a canine escort service.

The Halitotic Singles Club goes tandem bicycling. The new Trek "Cheek to Cheek" tandem. The sadistic bastards do it to cause auto wrecks.

GODDAMMIT LARRY!!! I TOLD you you should have followed the ASSEMBLY INSTRUCTIONS!

Saran Wrap is quick and easy. Thanks for mentioning this. I was wondering where the draft was coming from. You mentioned "front door" and I looked down to discover my fly was open.

Nope, small business owner, or rather, owned by a small business.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor

I suspect some truck owners feel the need for a macho boost subconciously. Most don't get enough exercize and enjoy the sense of flexing some muscle even if only with their vehicle; humorous, but true. But, it's also a cultural affect in some areas. Young folks (male & female) who have grown in families owning livestock want their own truck, then their own horse-trailer. In the material world (so Madonna tells me) people want the nicest goods they can own, ergo, the Cowboy Cadillacs. Many construction workers own trucks by necessity, which is my story. I guess I'm an exception. Since I spend a lot of time in my truck (125,000 miles in barely three years) I afford myself the luxury: Bose sound system (music is important to me), heated leather seats, climate-control, voice-activated phone system, etc. I drive in excess of fifty miles of dirt road every day of work and a total of 125 miles (min) every day of work. I buy eight all-terrain 10-ply tires every year. I chain up the front wheels at least twenty times each winter and all four wheels at least six times. I've lived eleven miles from payment for over twenty-three years. They made those fancy trucks just for me. Besides, I have a very small penis.

Hoover of Suck.

Chaps, you are the sultan of fluff.

what a set-up... butt, I'll defer.

And how many Spotted Owls have been displaced to hotels, cruise ships, and apartments because of it?

Is that where the phrase "ugly goes clear to the bone" comes from?

Including the Yoda blow-up doll? Take him from behind, you will.

A great time is always available on the other side of the pass.

I bet he's "beating down" his own sensory portal incessantly.

tax-deductible

which is highly unlikely; there is an ulterior motive in most giving.

Then I guess I shouldn't bring up the analogy of you eating pumpkin pie.

Dan Marino just picked the Seahawks as the second best team in the NFL to the Colts.