can we talk for a minute
can we talk for a minute
hahaOriginally Posted by ThickFingers
best racin movie ever
Fear Factor is on
pokemon post
a galaxy far, far away
****
seriously, what's up with all the queers in hotlanta?
I heard salsa is delicious
atlanta is pretty lame, people getting "crunk" and ridin' dirty lol.
im drinkin a glass of salsa
i was in atlanta a couple of weeks last year. there a lot of fags there. the hotel i was staying at had a hooker get arrested. she was hired for a going away party for some gi's. she was ****ing beautiful. looked like the chick from roger rabbit. turned out she was a he and they had to get him out before one of the army dudes killed him.
true story
I remember I was hammering on a fence in the backyard when my dad approached me. He was carrying a letter or something in his hand, and he looked worried. I continued to hammer as he came toward me. "Son," he said, "why are you hammering on that fence? It already has plenty of nails in it." "Oh, I'm not using nails," I replied. "I'm just hammering." With that, I returned to my hammering. Dad asked me to stop hammering, as he had some news. I did stop hammering, but first I got a couple more hammers in, and this seemed to make Dad mad. "I said, stop hammering!" he yelled. I think he felt bad for yelling at me, especially since it looked like he had bad news. "Look," he said, "you can hammer later, but first--" Well, I didn't even wait to hear the rest. As soon as I heard "You can hammer," that's what I started doing. Hammering away, happy as an old hammer hog. Dad tried to physically stop me from hammering by inserting a small log of some sort between my hammer and the fence. But I just kept on hammering, 'cause that's the way I am when I get that hammer going. Then, he just grabbed my arm and and made me stop. "I'm afraid I have some news for you," he said. I swear, what I did next was not hammering. I was just letting the hammer swing lazily at arm's length, and maybe it tapped the fence once or twice, but that's all. That apparently didn't make any difference whatsoever to Dad, because he just grabbed my hammer out of my hand and flung it across the field. And when I saw my hammer flying helplessly through the air like that I just couldn't take it. I burst out crying, I admit it. And I ran to the house, as fast as my legs could take me. "Son, come back!" yelled Dad. "What about your hammer?!" But I could not have cared less about hammering at that point. I ran into the house and flung myself onto my bed, pounding the bed with my fists. I pounded and pounded, until finally, behind me, I heard a voice. "As long as you're pounding, why not use this?" I turned, and it was Dad, holding a brand-new solid-gold hammer. I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes and ran to Dad's outstretched arms. But suddenly, he jumped out of the way, and I went sailing through the second-story window behind him. Whenever I hear about a kid getting in trouble with the drugs, I like to tell them this story.
that kinda **** only happens in atlanta
or you could just heath ledger yourself. that'll show them
and sodomy apparently
wonder what kinda whip weird al ghost ride with his Bathing Apes
bathing apes post
holla
cheap on gas
cafcom
a used pink bathrobe
begemot?
had me some southern fried chicken tonight
ima go watch pron
good grits imuh do teh sames
peace fellas
LOL at B being a noob compared to most on here anyways, so his room to talk is none.
Damn. Posters banned like water son.
Metal storm bans
too much reading. cliffs?
wow...a whole 20pages of complete BS
I have seen threads with 120k in posts, this is nothing
Ban.
BUY MY HATCH <--click the link, cuz.
so then why are you here again? doors this way, feel free to help yourself out at any point ----------------------------------------->
What did I miss?
I thrive on caffineand HATE
i went through the first 5 pages and i was ready to kill myself. lol
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