Cooking commercial grade rocket fuel on the gas stove at my friens house as a 11 year old... those were the days
My entire life's trajectory- i.e., where I went to school, who I procreated with, etc, is based off that one season of football.
My entire life's trajectory- i.e., where I went to school, who I procreated with, etc, is based off that one season of football.
Which degenerate hive of scum and villainy you participate in.
But no 91 Dwags, no @YellowSnow purple alumnus, and no chinterest (or even awareness) of the esteemed halfwits.
My entire life's trajectory- i.e., where I went to school, who I procreated with, etc, is based off that one season of football.
Which degenerate hive of scum and villainy you participate in.
That was trying to track down the @RaceBannon and @iDawg pod.
But no 91 Dwags, no @YellowSnow purple alumnus, and no chinterest (or even awareness) of the esteemed halfwits.
My entire life's trajectory- i.e., where I went to school, who I procreated with, etc, is based off that one season of football.
Which degenerate hive of scum and villainy you participate in.
That was trying to track down the @RaceBannon and @iDawg pod.
Riding dirt bikes.
When I was in high school I had a Husqvarna 430XC, and we'd go riding almost every weekend. My old man would have me and my brother load the bikes in the trailer on Saturday night, and Sunday morning we'd meet up for breakfast with a dozen other bike guys and figure out where we were going. Back then, we could unload the bikes at the fairgrounds in Shelton and ride all the way out to Dayton Peak and back without any problems. We'd go down to Bend and race the High Desert 100 every year, and camp out up on the Little Naches river every summer and ride bikes all day and fuck off around the campfire at night.
That fucking bike was so fun to ride. But it's a young man's sport - unless you want to be half crippled by the time you get to my age, so I kinda gave up riding when I had young kids and had to pay for all the riding shit myself. I'd sure like to climb on that bike again and see if I live through it.
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But no 91 Dwags, no @YellowSnow purple alumnus, and no chinterest (or even awareness) of the esteemed halfwits.
My entire life's trajectory- i.e., where I went to school, who I procreated with, etc, is based off that one season of football.
Which degenerate hive of scum and villainy you participate in.
That was trying to track down the @RaceBannon and @iDawg pod.
Were it not for the '91 Dwags, I end up some mediocre fly fishing guide in Missoula, MT, married to a 5'2" hippie chick.
http://twitter.com/PrezWisdom/status/1494314259857260547?t=CfjCuMrp_WHFIf_LOkneDA&s=19
Bad golf clothes
http://twitter.com/PrezWisdom/status/1494314259857260547?t=CfjCuMrp_WHFIf_LOkneDA&s=19
Bad golf clothes
Riding dirt bikes.
When I was in high school I had a Husqvarna 430XC, and we'd go riding almost every weekend. My old man would have me and my brother load the bikes in the trailer on Saturday night, and Sunday morning we'd meet up for breakfast with a dozen other bike guys and figure out where we were going. Back then, we could unload the bikes at the fairgrounds in Shelton and ride all the way out to Dayton Peak and back without any problems. We'd go down to Bend and race the High Desert 100 every year, and camp out up on the Little Naches river every summer and ride bikes all day and fuck off around the campfire at night.
That fucking bike was so fun to ride. But it's a young man's sport - unless you want to be half crippled by the time you get to my age, so I kinda gave up riding when I had young kids and had to pay for all the riding shit myself. I'd sure like to climb on that bike again and see if I live through it.
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How about when blink 182s main singer was the one dude and not the emo guy.
They had like 2 albums afterward and no one cared
Plenty of better emo bands
http://twitter.com/PrezWisdom/status/1494314259857260547?t=CfjCuMrp_WHFIf_LOkneDA&s=19
Bad golf clothes
Bad ass golf clothes.
Retro is all the rage.
Riding dirt bikes.
When I was in high school I had a Husqvarna 430XC, and we'd go riding almost every weekend. My old man would have me and my brother load the bikes in the trailer on Saturday night, and Sunday morning we'd meet up for breakfast with a dozen other bike guys and figure out where we were going. Back then, we could unload the bikes at the fairgrounds in Shelton and ride all the way out to Dayton Peak and back without any problems. We'd go down to Bend and race the High Desert 100 every year, and camp out up on the Little Naches river every summer and ride bikes all day and fuck off around the campfire at night.
That fucking bike was so fun to ride. But it's a young man's sport - unless you want to be half crippled by the time you get to my age, so I kinda gave up riding when I had young kids and had to pay for all the riding shit myself. I'd sure like to climb on that bike again and see if I live through it.
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I thought that was a chainsaw company?