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girls answer questions with another question because they dont want a retard in their bed, atleast someone who ables to keep up with them conversation wise. plus it keeps you guys and girls on your toes..
And yes you can have the flute im done with it now lol
i have no idea what your talking about... must just be you and your friends...Quote:
Originally Posted by TallCoolOne
yea but when i ask a simple yes or no question, why do they have to ask "is this about so and so?" instead of just simply answeringQuote:
Originally Posted by BlAzInIt4:20
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Originally Posted by WEsmokeED
because they need everything explained to them i have no idea... but when they ask is this about so and so say does it matter? and then that should shut them up or its going to cause mroe problems... woman are drama
If a frog had wings it wouldn't bump its ass..:wtf:
agreed :jointsmile:Quote:
because they need everything explained to them i have no idea... but when they ask is this about so and so say does it matter? and then that should shut them up or its going to cause mroe problems... woman are drama
i share plum jelly with people and tell them its homemade purple jelly and that it will get them really wasted. its just plums, fucking delicious though
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I'm pissed off at the commercial on TV about the fellow that walks in a gun shop and asks if they make light bullets , like a 38 light or something, as they make light cigarettes.... And the gun shop owners says No...
Bull do Pockey.. :mad:
I buy em all the time... I get 12 g light loads for skeet and .22 shorts for vermin. I fire a 9mm light load for the paper and a home brew that can knock yer socks off....
Geezzz... Lets have a little truth in advertising here.... :thumbsup:
I hate anti smoking ads alltogether. The anti marijuana ads out now suck too, with the crappy animation of the guy asking his dog to smoke with him so he won't feel bad. My dog smokes with me and doesn't complain.
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The angle of the dangle is directly proportional to the feet of the meat.....:cool:
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A Joke...
The local ladies auxiliary near the Battle of the Little Big Horn gathered funds to build a Museum to house artifacts found around the battle field. As a final touch they wanted a large mural painted along the side of the building 20 foot tall and 40 foot long of the Last Stand and it should be more realistic of what research showed was actual facts.
To this end they hired a local artist that did renowned murals on custom cars, bike and vans who was 1/4 Crow Nation. He took the job and built a frame covered in canvas so as to hide his work until if was finished.
At the Grand opening the Governor, Mayor, Womens League and visitors to the ribbon cutting. After the speeches and fanfare the Head or the Womens League that sponcered the painting walked up to dedicate the panting and the canvas fell the whole crowd just gasp.
All that was painted was a big green field with cows waling about with glowing halos over their heads... and Nakid Indians fucking in every position you could think of scattered around the field.
The womens ran off the podium and grabbed the painter and asked what the hell was the meaning of this filthy pornographic trash!
He looked her in the eye and said........
Hell Lady.. I just tried to think like Custer and the first thing that poped into my head was..
Holy Cow ...Look at the Fuckin Indians !!!! :D
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Another ...
A guy walking down the beach finds a lamp floating in the surf. He picks it up and rubs it and out pops a 8 foot tall muscle bound black Genie that looks the dude up and down and says " What the fuck you want Honky!"
Dude looks back and says what the hell man I let you out of that bottle! I though people got wishes for doing stuff like that.
Genie say Ok Honky you can have a wish. In fact take 3 wishes but for every thing you wish for every black man in the world get twice what you wish for.
He thinks for a second ans says OK I want a million dollors in gold.
PUFF... In front of him lay a pile of gold coins.. and PUFF in front of every black man in the world lay 2 piles of shinny gold coins...
The Genie glares at him and say now Honky what the hell you want..
The fellow says I want a huge mansion on the hill over looking the ocean. PUFF .. there he sits in this beautiful home with his pile of gold ... looking out he sees Every black man in the world with twin mansions scattered for as the eye could see...
The Genie looked at him and said now what Honky ...
The guy reaches down and picks up a stick and says......
"Beat me Half to Death...."
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Two Wrongs don't make a Right....
But Three Rights make a Left.....
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Dead Men Tell no Tells...
Dead Tail Gets no Men....
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If your waiting for your ship to come in you've more than likely already missed the boat....
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If I had wanted your opinion I wouldn't have given you mine!
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A Poem.... :cool:
â??Warm in the summer nightâ?
By Quantummist
07/24/07
She lay with me beside the still water
Her form shimmers as the moon light reflects from the still wet flesh
Warm in the summer night
Bathed in the glow
She reached for me across the still water
Her form moving in slow motion as I watch each curve reveal
Warm in the summer night
Bathed in the glow
She smiled as our eyes met across the still water
Her form heaving as she reads the words my eyes silently speak.
Warm in the summer night
Bathed in the glow
I felt her lips as I crossed the still water
My form trembled at the taste of her as we pressed lips to lips
Warm in the summer night
Bathed in the glow
I pulled her close as I crossed the still water
My form tensed at the feel of her as we pressed body to body
Warm in the summer night
Bathed in the glow
I wrap her around me as I crossed the still water
My form anticipating every sensation as we make love in the mists
Warm in the summer night
Bathed in the glow
We lay together beside the still water
Our forms shimmering as the moon light reflects from our still wet slippery flesh
Warm in the summer night
Bathed in the glow
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A Story.......
Goose Lake
By Quantummist
05/06/98
Its the summer of 1970 and here I stand beside the freeway with my thumb out waiting. I like many others have heard about the concert to be held at a small farm and, like everyone, I just gota be there. So here I stand without a dime in my pockets, no food and only the cloths on my back as shelter for the next few days. But the sky is bright and the smell of wild flowers fill the air. I have figured that like Wood stock that the people would be allowed in and not be made to pay a gate fee or so I hoped.
After about 5 hours with my waist long hair blowin in the breeze a pickup truck pulls to the side. The truck is driven by a longhaired radical commie pinko freak with the name of Fuzzy and in the back is a pile of human remains dragged from every exit ramp along the freeway. The smell of pot fills the air around the truck like a small cloud we never quite out run. These are the people, including me, that the news media have labeled Hippies. Some are from Detroit and the local area while others come from as far away as New York. All in all there's 12 of us stuffed into the pickup bed. And a happier, fun loving and just plain loving group have never been plopped together in one ball of humanity.
As we get closer the traffic starts to slow down. We are still 2 miles from the exit ramp but traffic is coming to a dead stop. This is an oman of things to come. We had expected there would be a lot of people shoe up but the sight of 250,000 partying souls heading for the unknown was a sight to behold.
Fuzzy the driver of his little band pulled his truck off to the side of the freeway and jumped out with a "This is as far as the truck goes so lets get to steppin" and with a fresh joint hangin from his lips he grabbed a backpack from inside the truck and threw his keys on the truck seat and started to walk. As we walked our little band of rejects began to grow.
By the time we had walked about two mile the line of longhaired folks had become a party in itself. We were singing songs ranging from Crosby,Stills and Nash To Joan Biez. Most everyone was a bit loaded and the bottles of Boone's Farm Strawberry Wine were passing by. One swig of the bottle and pass it on, never to be seen again as it vanished down the line. Then a few moments later here comes another one followed by the biggest joint I had ever seen (to that point). Rolled in rice paper the person who rolled that monster, somewhere up that line of humanity that faded into the distance, used a ounce to make it then sent in down the line.
This was just the prelude to the mass of bodies we would encounter once we entered that big gate that I could see in the distance.
By the time we made it to the gate there was no concern of having tickets, money or anything, we were so many that the flow would have carried us through. Along the fence there were people with backpacks and small hand written signs selling almost any kind of drug you may want. While in today's age we struggle with the best way to reduce the crime and violence of the drug culture of today, back then that was a non issue. We would no more have wanted to harm a flower as to bother anyone. With a smile on my face and 12 new found friends we headed into mass, trying to find a place to call our own.
To tell the truth to this day I cannot remember what bands played or on what day a band played. The music became a backdrop to the sea of people that danced and swayed to the sounds. I remember hearing a Santana tune and enjoying the sun as it crossed the sky. The night closed in an I started seeing small camp fires starting throughout the fields we occupied.
Then as our little group sat people watching we came upon an idea, We would build a fort. Just like as little kids we planed our grand design. We needed building material so what better than pop and beer cans. We figured we were helping clean the place up and making a statement at the same time. In our plan we would collect all the empty cans as we walked around meeting new friends and partying through the throng. Then we would stack all the cans we found into a huge peace symbol and we would stay in the structure while we partied. We continued building for two days and nights what we ended up with was a peace symbol 3 feet high and 32 feet across with 3 foot thick walls. It was a sight to behold ! As people walked by we would get the "Way Cool" comment closely followed by a passed joint or a bottle of wine.
The nights were magic. There were nude dancers dancing around a camp fire and lovers sitting counting stars. The music filled the air and the smell of the campfires could make you get lost in the stars. The first night a local band , The Frost , played there hearts out for the crowd and from my point of view at the almost dead center of the crowd I could see the people near the stage swaying to the beat. It looked like the entire crowd was in water and moving as one as the music engulfed them. This night was what had drawn 250,000 people from across a nation. This night was the reason to take to the road without a cent . This first night made the lonely hitch hiking for hours with a hunger burning in your stomach worth while. This night would be the night we all found a bit of peace................
For the next night came the rains.......
Man is but a newborn in the line of time and
how long would you like to hear the unintelligible
screams of an infant. The Galactic Community may
have us sitting in the far corner until we grow up
and behave.
An Old Farmer's Advice:
* Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight and bull-strong.
* Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.
* A bumble bee is considerably faster than a John Deere tractor.
* Words that soak into your ears are whispered...not yelled.
* Meanness don't jes' happen overnight.
* Forgive your enemies. It messes up their heads.
* Do not corner something that you know is meaner than you.
* It don't take a very big person to carry a grudge.
* You cannot unsay a cruel word.
* Every path has a few puddles.
* When you wallow with pigs, expect to get dirty.
* The best sermons are lived, not preached.
* Most of the stuff people worry about ain't never gonna happen anyway.
* Don't judge folks by their relatives.
* Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
* Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back, you'll enjoy it a second time.
* Don't interfere with somethin' that ain't botherin' you none.
* Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a rain dance.
* If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin'.
* Sometimes you get, and sometimes you get got.
* The biggest troublemaker you'll probably ever have to deal with, watches you from the mirror every mornin'.
* Always drink upstream from the herd.
* Good judgment comes from experience, and a lotta that comes from bad judgment.
* Lettin' the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier than puttin' it back in.
* If you get to thinkin' you're a person of some influence, try orderin' somebody else's dog around.
Its freakin' HOT!!:microwave:
I completely agreee... How are you doing.? I hope your doing well..:DQuote:
Originally Posted by happiestmferoutthere
Quantummist
U have way to much on your mind.... relax.. take a deep breath.. breath n and out.. its peaceful..
I'm fine, sweetie. Thanks! I hope things are hanging in for you! I'm thinking good thoughts for you!:giveflower:Quote:
Originally Posted by BlAzInIt4:20
man... i could really go for some perkins right now... breakfast served 24/7
You know what really irritates me?
Our military spokesperson honchos finding "weapons cachets" all over Iraq. Cachet (ka-sha, kash-a) is a word, but what they really mean is a 'cache' (kash). We have had that word integrated into english since at least 1965, according to Webster.
You Know what blows my skirt up... Folks that consider context of greater weight than Content. We have that concept integrated into the human animal since he looked about and asked "WTF was that??" :wtf:Quote:
Originally Posted by chaliceburn
i really really really dig those stouffers frozen entrees, they make a lot of good vegetarian ones, especially the five cheese lasagna.
tonight i am not going to get drunk bacause i definetly was wayy to plastered last night.
life is good
Some people are like Slinkies. Not really good for anything, but you still can't help but smile when you see 'em tumble down the stairs.
Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, "I think I'll squeeze these dangly things here, and drink whatever comes out?
Do illiterate people get the full effect of Alphabet Soup?
should i see death at a funeral or the ten tonight? My new job at the movie theater means i get all the free movies i want!
dood what if everyone sees the same colours differently? like what if i see purple, and you see purple, but to me purple looks different than purple looks to you???
kinda hard to explain what i mean.... but yeah... that ones been on my mind for a while...
You are actually correct.. The only reason what you see as red is called red is because someone taught you it was.. We each see colors differently and the brain has to be taught that what I see as Red is the same as what you see as red. If you have been taught that Green was Red and Red was Green and you were turned loose in town you might last 2 or 3 stop lights....Quote:
Originally Posted by rocktheganj
Red is red because we as a people agree it is.
So why are you stating this as fact? I've wondered this myself, but nobody can actually say if we all see red the same, or if I see red as purple while you see it as green.Quote:
Originally Posted by Quantummist
well... they witnessed the calfs drinking milk out of them, and we happen to have the same mamory glands. It's not hard to figure out, especially when you're hungry.Quote:
Originally Posted by Quantummist
Thats some serious thing... have you ever read Castaneda?Quote:
Originally Posted by Quantummist
Thats what i think... there is no way to knowing how another people's mind percieves the world. Of course when we are children we learn that that color is called "red". But nothing ensures that if you would enter into my mind, the color i call "red" you would call "green" or vice-versa, as Gandalf said.Quote:
Originally Posted by Gandalf_The_Grey
Haha, Coelho I just wanted to mention that you're the only person here who properly spells my name "Gandalf" and not "Gandolf". Fine work:thumbsup: