"Hail to the masses! I'll lay my hand upon ye heads and HEAL ya's!! Hell yeah! I HAVE THE POWER!!!!"
Find the west coast rebel in the picture.
Two women with exquisite taste. If you must, ladies, if you must..... ;-)
Love the girl who holds the world in a paper cup, drink it up,
Love her and she'll bring you luck.
And if you find she helps your mind, buddy, take her home,
Don't you live alone, try to earn what lovers own....
We flew in some super hawt Super Models from Texas, this is one of 'em.
Someone's heart was captured for eternity at about 6:20 pm on Saturday, 5/17/08. Go for it guys, I love ya's.
There is nothing, positively nothing, that I could type here and not get my ass kicked. Nice fire, though. :-P
Chicago has Super Models, too.
"Ya know", Jenn whispered to Amp a little later, "if Mut touches just one more woman, he's gonna start making people think he's hetero."
Two people who shall remain nameless, but always at or near the top of my "Favorite People of the 21st Century" list.
Just a couple of damn midgets who followed me from NJ to Georgia and back again.
Once she pulled up her shirt, Redraider surprised many.
"Save a horse, ride a Terry!"
Over the course of the weekend, several exciting new types of va-jay-jay's were seen, including this unique "insert tadpole here" version.
There was much glee and dancing amongst the masses, and the natives rejoiced.
Despite widespread rumors, the 60's are very much alive. The man's got spirit.
The sons of bitches finished the tequila before I was even 20% shitfaced. Lousy bastahds!
(Edit, I do not include Terry in this tirade, as they gave him chocolate milk and made him just think he was getting tipsy.)
Strong, burly masculine men with bulging muscles and testosterone racing through their massive junk collected great piles of wood for the fire. Oh, yeah....they let this guy help too.
There was great mastification and mandibular action when the tomato pies slathered with various meats, cheeses, and vegetable toppings arrived. And yes, we started a fire with 5 hours of daylight still remaining. Who scripts these things?
Reputations were ruined, political careers were indefinitely put on hold, and faces were hidden to protect the identity of the not-so-innocent. TTD didn't blink or stop smiling for the next three hours.
I haven't seen this much tongue since, well, the last time I saw Turkeyfoot.
Some sign language is better left unexplained south of the Mason-Dixon line.
It was like a Estrogen Convention sometimes....can someone pass me a Midol?
No, Pete, I'm not checking out her legs. It's Terry. Yeah, that's it, I'm checking out Terry.
First place in the chrome dome division, and only entrant in the purple & yellow mohawk division, discuss racing strategies.
Thanks to advances in Ritalin and other ADHD drugs, they were able to sit quietly while the slower folks waddled in. yeah, I said waddled.
The acid just kicked in.
"I'm an engaged hotsie-totsie and you're not! Tough ninny-pooh-poohs!"
The MC was much finer than Bob Barker.
Mmrocker metioned there was a totally rad beast in the men's room at the pasta dinner. Megan, this one's for you.
He thought they were packets of hair-growth cream.
The final night for a naked ring fingah.
Sometimes, the inner soul just shines through in artistic and photographic representations of individuals.
Perfect people. I just can't stand 'em. ;-)
Normally when he wears that, he's got the matching bra & panty set workin' too.
"Can we skip this next part and just start drinking?"
The sunshine twins made everyone's weekend a whole lot brighter.
"Good thing nobody saw us cut the course."
"Hey, I broke a nail. I DESERVE this medal."
hey, the Blues Brothers want their shades back pronto.
Yeppers, he's lowering the pants....grunt, bend over, and increase pressure on the colon walls....YES, we have a successful launch!
The Photoshop possibilitieshere are truly endless.
Ah, Young Love....someday they be old, slow, bitter, achey, and wrinkled too. :-P
"Back in New Delhi, I have to pay 3,000 rupees and provide condoms to get hot chicks this close to me."
It's a bird! It's a plane! It's a right-wing conservative Turkey!
The Competition. The day Amp buys her a Nikon D3, I'm throwing in the towel.