I want 4 female midget daredevil strippers, 75 foot of bungee cord, 2 queen size mattresses, a unicycle, 2 gallons of kerosene, an eggbeater, one case of Sierra Nevada Pale Ale and two boxes of Little Debbie oatmeal pies.
your thoughts live forever.
I remember as a younger lad, reading a series of books by Jane Roberts and her friend, Seth. Was interesting to say the least.
I'm thinking of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich spaceship on a collision course with a planet of marshmallow fluff. There, now it's...
Doob tube, I like that.
When I was a young feller living in my GFs parents basement, I got the bright idea to blow the smoke into the return vent of the AC, not realizing where it goes. All I knew was that it sucked it out of the fucking room. Next thing I know I hear her mother upstairs...
I have been in several bands, both with and without smokers. It's been my experience that the majority of the smokers never make it out of their basement. There are exceptions to the rule, but for the most part they couldn't get out of their own way. Of course this is talking about bands who...
Yes because everybody wants to suck on a hose poked through a wall, looking like he's manning a glory hole. I think you should quit acting like the internet etiquette queen and kiss Debby Downers ass.
Before lighters there were candles.
Sounds like it's all just way too much trouble for you. Not worth the hassle. I would just quit if I were in your shoes.
I think we should change the word from "rep" to fingerfucked". People won't be slinging it out so carelessly then.
People would be wanting it so much either. You'd be the equivalent to a drunk catholic school girl under the bleachers on the night of the big game.