Superfly Rock on, dude!

Hey_yall Ping pong paddle club!

RT Keep those pants up, buddy!

Parker All hail the Steelhead King

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[ 10-02-2001: Message edited by: Kid Sauk ]

Justin-
You have far too much time on your hand. Besides you need to spend less time looking internet smiley faces and more time visiting your accounts!!!!

...and I know Superfly would agree!!

Petz, he's likely got more than time on his hand.



[ 10-03-2001: Message edited by: RT 1 ]

...and in front of him the latest copy of Maxim because when he want to the corner store he forgot his ID and the Kid Sauk well, does not look 18.

[ 10-03-2001: Message edited by: RPetzold ]

Sparkey,

I don't get carded anymore since I grew my bad ass new goatee. Now I look more like a 30 year old than anything. Makes me look a lot meaner too.

Maxim is an ok magazine but I have a cable connection and we all know that the internet is a waaaay better place to uh uh surf, yeah, surf

Pretty good Justin, goatee, I think I see a new spinner

Fishhead5

Follow-through is key when practicing a good backhand.

Too funny. The bad thing with the internet is that I can't click the mouse fast enough Justin, I hear you can go blind if you spend toooooo much time on the computer....especially late at night.

Hey steve I found a pic of you and your fav. past time

This is Hey_Yalls first computer before he got the plastic cover
They can only take so much abuse before they go

LOL.. Thats too much...The butt crack thing is a signature move by RT i guess. Chicks dig it....

Your darn right the chicks dig the big plumbers butt, Bank Walker. You don't think I have one to impress the guys! Although when I'm up front in a driftboat, if I look around really quick I usually catch the oarsman looking at it . I won't reveal who that is, except to say it's ALL of them. They can't all be 'that way', so it must be like a bad car wreck - don't want to see the bad scene, butt it's right there in front of you and hard to avoid? Probably; I hope.

Hey Doug Jr., who did you get that pic of me in the fridge from? Funny dude. But I will get ya back; sometime when you least expect it.

It's not just morbid curiosity that gets them looking, RT. That crack is so large that its gravitational pull actually "makes" people look that direction. You try to avert your eyes, but it's like the tide trying to resist the pull of the moon.

Looks like a slot-machine..........for Hub-Caps...... ...............0s

I think it's more along the lines, "Only a smile a mother could love."

My first computer? Hell, I still don't own one.

Might be something to that "gravitational magnetic pull force what-ya-ma-call-it-thingy" there Dan. Must be in fact. Everytime I sit down to have a brew in a fancy nightclub with buddes any gorgeous women walking by seem pulled in my direction and just plop right down in my lap! Some even ask me to "stand up, bend over" - likely to see my famous plumber's butt? I tell them my name isn't Ben Dover, that it's **** ******* ; but that still don't scare them away, like the real one would. I can only theorize that the strongest pheramones are emitted from the 'plumber's butt' area (OK, in my case - p b region). Or do you just suppose that's it's my irresistable face and manly body that makes these foxes go after me? It's a challeging problem to deal with. Life goes on.

[ 10-04-2001: Message edited by: RT 1 ]

Yeah RT, I believe all of that, but what happens when the women are humans, not animals?

Toohsay Salt'. I did forget to mention that this occured in the Barn Tavern on the south end of Tillamook. (true name for this establishment)

RT, of course those ladies aren't going to leave you alone if you say your name is Mike Jackson. To them, you have put out many multi-platinum selling albums and achieved super-stardom, but what the hell would those 3rd World women know, anyways? :p

No doubt 'Yall. I even try pulling my stomach in real far, sucking my nostrils shut, and wearing one glitter glove when I tell them I'm singer Michael Jackson. Won't try that again - it only scares away the nice ones and the pigs stay.

Hey, after F III (likely on the 27th now) I'd like another night on the town with you guys in Oly - Ole'. Yeeehaaaw. I wanna see you wear your double beer helmut into the "Scrambler", or whatever Joe calls that club around a couple corners from that place on 4th Ave. No pigs allowed, eh? Not in that double young babe dance I got pulled into last time there, after F I.