Oooo. My bad. Even sober, I can’t spell worth a shit.
< shrugs > Wanna see me piss over the beer truck?
We should probably stop first…
You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.
<dunks seale, cold and unca head first in a drift… MOOOOOOOOOOON!!!.. pelts those butts with snow balls…
“Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.”
<dunks seale, cold and unca head first in a drift… MOOOOOOOOOOON!!!.. pelts those butts with snow balls…
“Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.”
Holy Toledo Batman, my butt is cold.
Remind me to thaw the leaves before I wipe my ass next time, okay?
Hey you guys, look! A Stuckey’s! Who’s up for some microwaved burritos & tacky souvenirs? Or perhaps… a map?
::::flees from the snowball assault::::
Okay! Okay! We don’t need a map! I’m sorry!
arghhhh gotta love those time outs…
“Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.”
Yes, Sue, you can speak. Go ahead. It’s OK. Really.
And:
“Hands wet/hand sweat”
Cold, if this was the Pit, I’d show you!
But it’s not.
C’mere ya big lug.
:::Guy hug. Macho slug on the shoulder.:::
'Nother beer for my buddy, CoalFibers!
(drunk and slobbering) I love you guys!
We live in an age that reads to much to be wise, and thinks too much to be beautiful–Oscar Wilde
damn olive…stuck in the throat…hey cristi… Im thinking we should dunk these guys in the snow butt end up and then have a target competition?
“Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.”
Ooooooh! great idea Sue! I’ve got a red marker right here in my purse…we could draw targets right on their little butt-cheeks!
wooohooo Cristi… with smiley faces right in the middle of the target wink
“Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.”
I’d recommend extinguishing all smoking material before decorating Sealemon’s keister.
Butt-ing my ciggy as we speak…
“Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.”
Woohoo Sue! I like THAT idea…and hey, did anyone grab some pecan logs when we were at Stuckeys? (Hey, I went to college in the South…I know Stuckey’s…and WAIT a minute…there ain’t no Stuckey’s in the north! Where the hell ARE we, anyway???)
And I just found out I got a raise…next round’s on me!!! ::grabs bottle of Tequila, throws Rush tape in the stereo, starts singing along::
“From the point of ignition, to the final drive…the point of a journey is not to arrive!”
Here’s the windup, and the pitch!
:::pegs Sealemon directly in the right buttcheek:::
Darn. Missed the center. Too much beer. Okay Sue! Your turn!
< faint voice from beneith the snow >
You guys are dissssppspt-IC-able!
You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.
Well well well… all these fine targets… where to start…(has a great pitching arm btw)… winds up and nails Seale… right on the ole smiley!!! wooohooo 2points…next shot… the triple dipper…bam… and down goes Cold… over to you Falcon…
“Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.”
:::hurling snowball in best Quisenberry sidearm pitch:::
Woohoo! Pegged Cold right in the old hole! Well look at that…there was a leaf in that snowball! Doesn’t he look pretty now, with a little leaf sprouting out of his butt? Oh, let me get a picture of this!
Hey, you guys, Flypsyde’s still passed out in the back…can we draw pictures on him with Magic Marker?
Drain, seems to me that Rysdad, Metro and Uncle still havent been decorated yet either…
“Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.”