Sulphur on 2/8/2010 at 19:21
aw, he's a lover not a fighter
Turtle on 2/8/2010 at 21:32
I just want a swell name like "Gorilla Monsoon".
V. Equinox on 2/8/2010 at 22:56
I still have a Hulkamania shirt from when I was a little girl. A tiny bit too small or I'd totally wear it now, just to be all ironic and cool!
fett on 2/8/2010 at 23:12
...as opposed to old and pathetic.
SubJeff on 2/8/2010 at 23:15
Quote Posted by Bluegrime
I wanna be just like you when I grow up, Sub Jeff.
You don't really want to be this awesome or this rich, believe me. It's a drag.
Quote Posted by fett
...as opposed to old and pathetic.
Harsh.
In the mouth.
What happened to you fett. I don't know you any more. :(
fett on 3/8/2010 at 00:57
It's the wrestling. It's made me aggressive.
CCCToad on 3/8/2010 at 01:19
Quote Posted by dethtoll
The best insults are indistinguishable from sincerity.
So you're telling us that you write erotic gay stories?
Scots Taffer on 3/8/2010 at 01:54
Write what you know
june gloom on 3/8/2010 at 01:56
Quote Posted by CCCToad
So you're telling us that you write erotic gay stories?
No, I'm saying Thief13x does.
Tocky on 3/8/2010 at 03:04
Quote Posted by Thief13x
Also, I challenge anyone to stand down by the track as those cars go by and keep your heart rate from spiking every time. That said I'm no fan, but it's not hard to understand why people enjoy nascar live once you've done it.
Even though I think a lot of it is getting drunk and seeing titties, sort of Mardi Gras without good music, I know that feeling in the chest you speak of. I had a bud who used to do the local strips and I would tag along to clorox the tires and talk engines. It ended when his flywheel tore loose and buried into the pavement all the way to the top rim. He was lucky it didn't go up. That wasn't why he quit though. Christalmighty the money you waste.
We used to drag each other. All my friends did the quarter on back country blacktop. Even a 350 of the day could beat a 400 or 454 in the quarter. My Skylark often did and it pissed Richard off with his 454 Monte Carlo. I couldn't beat Craigs Duster with the 3/4 cam and blower but nobody could. That ended when Elliott and me raced Richard and Frank to a T junction. 350 Monte Carlo against 454 Monte Carlo, both with Holly double pumpers. Rich blew by after Elrod hit his breaks and kept going into a stand of pines. I thought nobody could live through smashing all that 70s metal clear back to the windshield but he got out cursing. He said his throttle stuck but I knew he just got tired of losing to 350s.
This oldman moment brought to you by Ocoee fine Appalachian wines.
