Of Rain And Skunks |
Heres a nice little story for you all.
So today I go out to my car and notice, HEY! I left ALL 4 of my windows down overnight, sweet!
THEN I notice the dead skunk(freshly dead, like with blood coming...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Sep 2007 13:48:00 GMT |
Friday night at the lake, pt. 3 |
&everyone started going to bed, its 5:00-5:30ish. A lot of people are crashing in the living room, but I make my way up to the loft where theres a separate room that I'm sleeping in opposite Lev...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Aug 2007 15:28:00 GMT |
Friday night at the lake, pt. 2 |
So I immediately start drinking Captain & Gingers in a pint glass. I'm doing ½ and ½'s and they're going down very easily. Every so often Traci declares its time for yet ANOTHER Soco &...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Aug 2007 15:10:00 GMT |
Friday night at the lake, pt. 1 |
So Friday night we arrive to the lake house around 9:30-10:00ish&..only 4 of us: Traci, myself, Kim(the girl who invited us) and our friend Levy.
Well everyone else(Brian Hauber, our friend Guz who is...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Aug 2007 15:06:00 GMT |
History of the Vageena & Penii |
The gine wasn't always the cute and cuddly creature we see it as today, no, they were once a proud and noble race.
You see the gine or "woo-woo" as my book(in progress) describes was actually a very p...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Mar 2007 15:20:00 GMT |
Traci & I's poop conversation |
*Traci walks in door from work.*
Traci: yooooooo, whats going on?
Jim: oh man, I think I just blew out my O-ring
Traci: &
Jim: yeah, it was pretty intense. I really need one of those nurs...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Mar 2007 19:56:00 GMT |
10/27/06 |
...thats the date one of my bestest friends, my dad passed.
He's the greatest man I'll ever meet in my life; I hope to someday be the man he was in life. Thank you to everyone who's been helping ...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Oct 2006 08:30:00 GMT |
Proof that god's a mexican... |
....women excrete salsa once a month.
Posted by on Sun, 20 Nov 2005 15:22:00 GMT |
Freezing Supernovas |
Why can't I breathe fire when the pit of my stomach burns so? Hotter than 10 stars, I exhale noxious fumes. But the irony remains; this room maintains its chill. The happy make no home here.... yet s...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Nov 2005 02:45:00 GMT |
Stargazing from a lonely bed |
My ribs are cracked. Beneath, a swollen heart races, ready to burst. Somebody call the doctor; I need to be held down. Restrained. I feel as if I could climb a ladder to ...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Nov 2005 02:58:00 GMT |
