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Feb 27, 2005 23:13:16 GMT -5
Post by Highlord on Feb 27, 2005 23:13:16 GMT -5
Latin Spitfires, and clown porn.
It should also be noted here that it was in said bookstore that Fear grabbed the giant 2' dildo dubbed the "Crowd Pleaser" and waved it around shouting "How am I supposed to compete with this?!"
The answer of course: Booze.
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Feb 27, 2005 23:19:06 GMT -5
Post by FEAR on Feb 27, 2005 23:19:06 GMT -5
Sometimes the act of making love just makes you angry especially when your so called friends find your secret stash of broken flashlights
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Feb 27, 2005 23:49:51 GMT -5
Post by Highlord on Feb 27, 2005 23:49:51 GMT -5
You and your "Post Coital Rage." I never understood it Sean, and neither did Sherry.
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Feb 27, 2005 23:52:10 GMT -5
Post by Wong on Feb 27, 2005 23:52:10 GMT -5
Is there a group thing here I was unaware of?
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Feb 28, 2005 0:03:00 GMT -5
Post by FEAR on Feb 28, 2005 0:03:00 GMT -5
That is my business. I think it a little inappropriate you even asking. By the way I heard she is married now.
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Feb 28, 2005 0:13:44 GMT -5
Post by Highlord on Feb 28, 2005 0:13:44 GMT -5
Sean laid a big woman (though not completely un-pretty) at a compound party one night. He was horny and she bribed him with Maker's Mark. For Some reason, Whiskey and I were intrigued with what was happening (perhaps by the thought of the Battleship sized offspring they could have) and waited by his door to confirm what was happening.
The girl proudly emerged from the compound and said in a very deep and husky voice, "god, I need a cigarette." So Whiskey and I went to Sean's door to see how things went, and he shouted, "Its dark, I can't find my skivvies!" Somehow, Weaver found a large supply of non-functioning flashlights and kept handing them one by one through the door to him. With the failure of each light, Sean grew angrier, until he finally punched through the door and came after us to "give us our whoopin.""
We both sped away from the party leaving him standing on his front porch in his underwear and covered with both his and her "Salty Leavings" (appropriate Whiskey?)
We damn sure weren't about to wrestle with him in that state of distress.
Hella early the next morning, Sean burst into his roomate's (Shawn O'Neal) bedroom where Shawn and his girlfriend were sleeping, announcing that his hand stank and he didn't know why. He then wiped his hand on Shawn's pillow. What a wake up call for you girlfriend huh?
This may be the greatest love story ever told, except for Weaver's passionate kiss with Kelli Hicks at Zane's Bachelor party at the compound that time. I'll let him decide if he wants to tell that one ;D
At that party, I will never forget Eric's old roomate Allan Duke carrying on a casual conversation with me (catching up since we hadn't seen each other in several weeks) while he tickled the stripper's Bullseye with a folded $5 bill. Classic.
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Feb 28, 2005 0:14:32 GMT -5
Post by Highlord on Feb 28, 2005 0:14:32 GMT -5
It was your business. There can be no secrets here!
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Feb 28, 2005 0:22:12 GMT -5
Post by FEAR on Feb 28, 2005 0:22:12 GMT -5
Well I did not realize we were going to use our real names. Shawn O is coming into ktown on thursday. Ya know some stink just does not wash off.
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Feb 28, 2005 8:43:26 GMT -5
Post by Wong on Feb 28, 2005 8:43:26 GMT -5
We realized it doesn't matter if we use our real names or not, everyone knows who we are.
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Feb 28, 2005 8:52:57 GMT -5
Post by Highlord on Feb 28, 2005 8:52:57 GMT -5
Well, until you made mention of it, perhaps the innocent would have believed those weren't real names! Just like Gail and Ebel!
"Y'all hayseeds hear that? We're using code names."
I do not know if I like this new "dignity" you believe you have now that you're gainfully employed. You're starting to put yourself before the team Barry Bonds. And if that's the case, there are many a Canseco here to spread many "truths", well, at least as true as Conseco's stories anyway.
None of the rest of us have dignity.
Are you going to be visiting along with Frank Woo? And have you heard anything from Tim P? We haven't heard hide nor hair since the Superbowl. We can't be sure he left Knoxville.
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