last post contest
#7322
Re: last post contest
i think this post is slowly fading away...........i see a winner in the future..................dont ask me how maybe my little crystal ball told me ...........anyways finally got the hang off the slow **** now after trial an error.....i was braking too hard with my ***** of my feet so i moved to just the toes still braking alittle too hard so now im braking with my big toe...........well thats about it for now
john
john
#7325
Re: last post contest
Random Away messages from friends!
Little Johnny was in his 4th grade class when the teacher asked the children what their fathers did for a living. All the typical answers cameup - fireman, policeman, salesman, etc... Johnny was being uncharacteristically quiet and so the teacher asked him about his father.
"My father's an exotic dancer in a gay cabaret and takes off all his clothes in front of other men. Sometimes, if the offer's really good, he'll go out to the alley with some
guy and make love with him for money."
The teacher, obviously shaken by this statement, hurriedly set the other children to work on some coloring, and took Little Johnny aside to ask him,
"Is that really true about your father?"
"No," said Johnny, "He is an assistant coach for the Ohio State Buckeyes,
but I was too embarrassed to say so.
Little Johnny was in his 4th grade class when the teacher asked the children what their fathers did for a living. All the typical answers cameup - fireman, policeman, salesman, etc... Johnny was being uncharacteristically quiet and so the teacher asked him about his father.
"My father's an exotic dancer in a gay cabaret and takes off all his clothes in front of other men. Sometimes, if the offer's really good, he'll go out to the alley with some
guy and make love with him for money."
The teacher, obviously shaken by this statement, hurriedly set the other children to work on some coloring, and took Little Johnny aside to ask him,
"Is that really true about your father?"
"No," said Johnny, "He is an assistant coach for the Ohio State Buckeyes,
but I was too embarrassed to say so.
#7335
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Re: last post contest
We get alot of people in today because the wind has caused alot of black outs thoughout the city, and everyone wants to come bowling, but none of them want to tip me at all, cause they are all cheap bastards...
#7336
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Re: last post contest
To make matters worse, the Lions Lose (of course I should have expected that) but that's ok, because as soon as the game is over, I get to go home...
#7337
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Re: last post contest
But then I find out that I can't go home right away, because Britt, isn't gonna be there for two more hours, which means I have to cover the kitchen until she gets there...
#7338
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Re: last post contest
So I bust my *** making food for all the fat bowlers on the night league that I should be a bartender for cause they are all drinkers and tip well...
#7339
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Re: last post contest
Then about 10 minutes before I leave for home, I get a call saying that my house is without power and that I need to stop and buy a gallon of milk on my way home...
#7340
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Re: last post contest
So I finally leave work, and stop at the gas station to pick up the milk, I walk up to the door, only to find it locked. I mean the lights were on, but no one was home, the open sign was even on, And I knew that this was the closest gas station with power between work, and home...