chinhoyang

I have a 96 z71 now

1. Acquire a bag of snakes.

2. Release snakes into crowd.

3. Problem solved.

The little college I went to bought all the hood property around the campus. Since the houses were either empty or substandard, did not take as much money as you might think.

One guy I know put his clothes out to dry on a clothesline. His clothes were subsequently stolen off that line. A few weeks later, he passes some hood guys playing basketball, one of whom is wearing his "Mineola Country Club" shirt.

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It’s the truth, at the ritz Carlton and got the sheets bloody. Still tore that pussy up after getting her off.

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Translation: Ate that plastic doll pussy at the David Motel and got plastic all over the sheets when the doll blew up.

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So sad this is what excites people.

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What?

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He was apparently hoping for some twerking, table tossing and pants sagging.

Right before he retired, Dad flew a new (at the time) Cobra or Super Cobra gunship. I was in 8th grade at the time. He was doing some testing on it. He had the MP's pick me up at school and take me out to where he was. It was very cool watching him fly it. While I should already known (he was a WWII, Korea and Vietnam war vet and 32 year pilot), I realized then "he's a badass pilot."

Give me the "should be terrible" Jack in the Box tacos at a buck each.

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“I can tell you that there is no music, poetry, or art going on at the Lotus.

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This is a plus. Who the frick wants to listen to a bunch of stoned wannabe poetasters? The music would be atrocious - a bunch of beret wearing, tone deaf, cavaquinho playing weirdos. Primitive art a first grader could create will be worshiped as having "great inner meaning."

I'd much rather have a bunch of weed puffers hanging out.

Back in the good old days, mosh pitting didn't involve shite or piss.

We saw Stone Temple Pilots in Dallas. My ticket guy said "you want row (some row around 20) and don't waste your money on the front rows." We didn't understand until everyone in the front rows ran up front to do a mosh pit (sort of, since the seats somewhat interfered). When they all moved forward, our row became the de facto front row.

Early Pimpadelic (Dallas band) had the best mosh pit. While the guys were mosh pitting, lovely young ladies (and in the early days of Pimpadelic, they were just good looking your women - later it became porn stars).

When you showed up for first grade at Punahou school in Hawaii, they would ask if you could swim. If you said "yes," you had to go do a swimming test. If you said "no," you started a daily swim class. Once the non-swimmers learned to swim, we all had "swim" at least two days a week. It created some good muscle memory - I went swimming at a hotel and still readily remembers the breast stroke and side stroke.

The shallow end of the big pool at Punahou was six feet deep.