It's 70 and sunny and I'm trying to keep crushing work so I can sneak in a beach hour and then paddling into a few choppy 5s period EC waves. You guys on this thread are making it real tough though as I'm having to intermittently check in to see the greatness of prose posted here. This is a forum of learned doctors.
HOTY isn't something to win twice. Especially two times in a row. People kinda start to wonder why you're still here. Nevertheless, Yankee has moved on to special interest hating. Once you find a cause you believe in and you're able to really focus your hate you don't just walk away. Yankee has that with Wayne.
When is my biography coming out, clemmie author? it's unauthorized, as you well know, so it should do particularly well. Word on the street is that wayne666-the-insane has already pre-ordered 667 copies. That's one to read & 666 to burn at the feet of his graven images. This is like an episode of My Three Trolls. Any moment now, chucka-boo-boo will be flinging aside his latex love doll, demanding my biography. Problem with that is, boo-boo can't read. Uh, waiiiiit, problem solved: his dad-da, the gnome, can read to him over skype from New Zealand.
You on the Chinese calendar bro? More like 7.5 months. Swellie awards are end of year. We have fun watching the pennant (er...banner) race several months out.
Originally Posted by Radderbsurfin Tisi'nt it a a bit early for this? About 1 1/2 months to go. Keep calm. You on the Chinese calendar bro? More like 7.5 months. Swellie awards are end of year. We have fun watching the pennant (er...banner) race several months out. Meant cane season
HOTY indicates de31, yes? So many ironic prizes A wooden surfboard trophy? a gift certificate to FranDreshersRestaraunt? MMA dummies? clemson tshirts?
"First prize is a Cadillac El Dorado. Anyone wanna see second prize? Second prize is a set of steak knives. Third prize is... you're fired!"
Quite clever, MIS. I hate them all. If I may suggest: a doormat imprinted with skidmark's visage, just so that every day I'll have that small, cheap thrill of knowing that what I'll never be is under the soles of my dirty boots.