Well at the same time I got that ticket people were walking back and forth across the street. That's jaywalking isn't it? They didn't cross at the crosswalks or the stop light. Thanks for reading gents.
On Friday July 28th Annie and I set out for a bike trip in which both our spirits and the temperature was near record high. (don't worry, the rest of the story won't go on like this) We were on the Paul Bunyan trail trying to explore other parts of the trail and towns we hadn't explored yet. We were moving quite swiftly when we came to Nisswa but opted no
Hey, thanks for the read nicky...I'm not getting alerts when people comment anymore for some reason.
Passing bullet-peppered deer crossings, yields and county rd. #... Well, it was unidentifiable, It dawned on me, That, at 25 I still hadn't fired a gun, At a traffic sign, living thing, or otherwise, But if I had to, I'd put a gaping hole, Through the sheet metal face of a no passing zone. Whose business would
Well, in that case, I recently went to my friends "tour de bier" where there were jerseys given like the tour de france for beer with highest alcohol content, beer from farthest away, and the participant who sampled the most. We won the highest alcohol and farthest away jerseys for having a french beer that was 13% alcohol and a beer from new zealand. yeehaw!
Where did this conversation turn into homebrewing? Start a new thread boys!
Wow, this post sure got a lot more attention than it deserved....but that's nothing new in the blog-o-sphere I suppose. Just thought I'd say hi to all of JU. I'm not "back" perse', just droppin' in to say hello and see if anyone has ransacked the place. I guess I'll know who to go after if I'm looking to boost my blog ten of thousands of points. Latah, suspeckted
It never came to my attention that I had interfered, Well at least not to any relevant degree that I had persevered, Until perhaps, I do suppose it was to late, When I filled in the holes I dug with the suit of spades, Ill continue to pretend I care when youre offended, And you can spare me the who, where and when we ended.
It took very little time to realize, big mistakes materialize, and this is a material world, the humidity? it makes my hair curl, and the speedometer swirls, around and around, trying to keep up with the miles per hour, all the while our... patience was slipping on the banana peels, on the wet cement, and on the ferris wheel,
Find events in your city: http://www.bikeleague.org/programs/bikemonth/ Hey JU, just a little blurb to celebrate bike commuters. I know it's very difficult for many of us to bike to work, but please even if you can't ride yourself to work for whatever reason, this week please try to give those human-powered two wheelers a little space on the road and a litt
not being ourselves is what we are all far to good at...no worries.
taxidermy eh? Well, only if I'm posed in a very suggestive manner.
Trin, I appreciated all of that except for the rape comment passed off as compliment...replace with the word "jump" perhaps. Though, I know you meant no offense. Thx
I have to do my part again...good lord how long ago was that? You're going to have to debreif me on the entire project again. thx mig
Umm, save the prayer for someone in greater need, but thanks for the thought.
gotta get the despair out to let the hope in
I just hope that they don't figure out how to preserve us for eternity just as heads in jars like on Futurama. I can just imagine the "right to life" crowd not allowing me to die just because my body does. Clearly God probably would've wanted me to live in a jar. On that note. I think I've got a pretty decent body, and not a very good life insurance policy so in the unfortunate event that I'm killed but the body is still in good shape
thank god for myspace, or maybe this wouln't have been stopped. news sure travels fast on that site.
that's by your house? Where's that?
If I was a dog I'd lick my balls on dog island or in a cramped apartment...it really wouldn't matter to me which.
I know I haven't commented in a long time Johnny, but you don't need me to tell you; you still got it.
Drooping eyes, and dangling wallet chains, whatever you want to call it...rains, we get so wet, motionless swingsets...should hardly be called, the mere possibility of something to be, surely doesn't make it so proud, I've got it all in my sights, it's rather overwhelming, like faces lit by campfire light wide-eyed from the gho
We could spend, all our time, shattering expectations, seven years bad luck, and while I haven't lived all that long, I just can't afford that, it's costly errors in judgement, the only things worth cashing in on, at least these days, with such high yields, no one, knows one, who ever will b
The coffee, I pour, always slighty above the rim of the mug, well above recommended temperature, I drink from the rim, with the accompanied slupring sound followed by my exhaulted: ahhh, venting the scarred roof of my mouth and throat. I don't lose my heat so quickly and longer, I retain drive and concentrated pedal strokes,<BR
I sure am looking forward to, well now I can't quite recall, it really is so distracting, trying to concentrate on why I'm so enthralled, with getting away from it all, I don't really have it so bad now do I? It's really just my desire to deprive me, of all the thing that make me realize, that I really don't have it so bad
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