free stank!

whats wrong with porn or weed? the two compliment each other!

 

If only stank could add a stank type comment on the free stank thread and ruffle more feathers

 

Yep! I can attest to that statement. I don't need to take sides in this for any reason but Bassoon has spoken some true words here. There are other places on this forum you can go to and add some positive cool comments without having to pound your chest and be king of the internet so to speak. Unfortunately , we all fall into some of the pitfalls and not everyone understands why we've said what we said but nonetheless try to discover other alternatives . Someone recently told me to think about what i need to say, think about it again, then never say it out loud.

Free the Stank!

 

Stank ain't out yet? Da fu*k?

 

It hasn't been 30 days already has it?

 

Stank be in da tank.
Crank stank outta da tank.

 

I call it how I see it dude. YW though.

 

My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Austin."

Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Austin."

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Austin."

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Austin!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!"

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."

He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-***** that named you "Austin.'"

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Austin! I still hate that name!

 

The hulk of a man with a beer in his hand he looked like a drunk old fool
And I knew if I hit him right why I could knock him off of that stool
But everybody they said watch out hey that's the Tiger Man McCool
He's had the whole lotta fights and he's always come out winner yeah he's a winner
But I had myself about five too many and I walked up tall and proud
I faced his back and I faced the fact that he had never stooped or bowed
I said Tiger Man you're a *****cat and a hush fell on the crowd
I said let's you and me go outside and see who's the winner
Well he gripped the bar with one big hairy hand then he braced against the wall
He slowly looked up from his beer my God that man was tall
He said boy I see you're a scrapper so just before you fall
I'm gonna tell you just a little bout what it means to be a winner
He said now you see these bright white smilin' teeth you know they ain't my own
Mine rolled away like Chicklets down the street in San Antone
But I left that person cursin' nursin' seven broken bones
And he only broke ah three of mine that makes me the winner
He said now behind this grin I got a steel pin that holds my jaw in place
A trophy of my most successful motorcycle race
And each morning when I wake and touch this scar across my face
It reminds me of all I got by bein' a winner
Now this broken back was the dyin' act of a handsome Harry Clay
That sticky Cincinnati night I stole his wife away
But that woman she gets uglier and she gets meaner every day
But I got her boy that's what makes me a winner
He said you gotta speak loud when you challenge me son cause it's hard for me to hear
With this twisted neck and these migraine pains and this big ole cauliflower ear
And if it wadn't for this glass eye of mine why I'd shed a happy tear
To think of all that you gonna get by bein' a winner
I got arthritic elbows boy I got dislocated knees
From pickin' fights with thunderstorms and chargin' into trees
And my nose been broke so often I might lose if I sneeze
And son you say you still wanna be a winner
Now you remind me a lotta my younger days with your knuckles a clenchin' white
But boy I'm gonna sit right here and sip this beer all night
And if there's somethin' that you gotta gain to prove by winnin' some silly fight
Well okay I quit I lose you're the winner
So I stumbled from that barroom not so tall and not so proud
And behind me I still hear the hoots of laughter of the crowd
But my eyes still see and my nose still works and my teeth're still in my mouth
And you know I guess that makes me the winner

 

free the saurus !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Go home Frost, you are drunk... again

 

I also agree, he has taken some punches. I feel he deserves a set wave or two. Oh wait, he doesn't surf. BWHAHAHAHA

 

Just keeping the record straight, not taking any sides. Also, let the record reflect that I fought with Austin and the mods and feel I helped broker a deal between the tribes to keep this place the way it is from a lineup standpoint and from a cultural standpoint, if you will.

The only thing he's asking is to not tell someone to commit suicide, from a liability stand point, I get it. Sucks, because I like the joke and have even participated, but if that's all he's asking, then I don't think we should bust his balls too much about it. That's just me.

Now, I will however bust his balls about other things should the need arise, but this was a lengthy battle fought on both sides and we came to an agreement.

 

The new SI theme song: 'Shiny Happy People' by REM

 

Oh god no lol

 

Lawdy, Yeti cleaned up on their $100 mln IPO or are about to, eh Z? I dunno.....several billion in valuation for coolers...?
lolz

The Chinese are already plotting the tsunami of knock-offs on alibaba.com

 

yeti coolers? ha yall sounds like some icast guys, if you fish and are from florida yall will get this. but yeti coolers..... hah...[video=youtube;z9vqGW7BlVs]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z9vqGW7BlVs[/video]

 

Your post sounds like a cross between the thief punk Hui guy in North Shore and Warchild in Point Break. In other words you sound like a massive douche.