Hometown bitchslapping? I guess I need to bust out my Hugo memories. Not to mention the earthquake, the fire, the Civil War, the British occupation, AND the time Blackbeard completely shut down the harbor.
Charleston: the world's bitch bottom.
”INDER LOCK THE THE KISS THREAD IVE REALISED IM A PRZE IDOOT” - Thomas Jefferson
Hometown bitchslapping? I guess I need to bust out my Hugo memories. Not to mention the earthquake, the fire, the Civil War, the British occupation, AND the time Blackbeard completely shut down the harbor.
Charleston: the world's bitch bottom.
You're living in the past, old man. Well, more than really recent past. If you can provide bad weather in Charleston in the past week, you can talk. Otherwise, keep on your lawn.
"I never doubted myself for a minute for I knew that my monkey-strong bowels were girded with strength, like the loins of a dragon ribboned with fat and the opulence of buffalo dung." - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
Rat Patrol wrote:Look, the point is a huge-ass elm tree got flung by God himself into my old middle school. Take that, kid who beat me up on the bus from 1990-1992!
One of my old elementary schools had to shift to higher ground the year I left because the tide threatened to wash away the entire school complex. Also, there's a nude beach nearby.
The high in SF on sunday, the day of my run, is going to be 62.
Look, you have to establish context for these things. And I maintain that unless you appreciate the Fall of Constantinople, the Great Fire of London, and Mickey Mantle's fatalist alcoholism, live Freddy makes no sense. If you want to half-ass it, fine, go call Simon Schama to do the appendix.
matedog wrote:The high in SF on sunday, the day of my run, is going to be 62.
My friend Marcy is going to be in S.F. this weekend cheering on her friend who is running the marathon. I told her that if she saw a tall dude wearing wither a Bruce Springfield or I hate Ginger shirt to say, "Hello Hoy." Also, she's a very cute 39-year-old, and I know how you like the older women.
Got a Rake? Sure!
IMCT: Inane Middle-Class Twats - Dr. M
" *sigh* it's right when they throw the penis pump out the window." -Hoy
matedog wrote:The high in SF on sunday, the day of my run, is going to be 62.
My friend Marcy is going to be in S.F. this weekend cheering on her friend who is running the marathon. I told her that if she saw a tall dude wearing wither a Bruce Springfield or I hate Ginger shirt to say, "Hello Hoy." Also, she's a very cute 39-year-old, and I know how you like the older women.
Oh that's awesome. I mean everything you said.
Look, you have to establish context for these things. And I maintain that unless you appreciate the Fall of Constantinople, the Great Fire of London, and Mickey Mantle's fatalist alcoholism, live Freddy makes no sense. If you want to half-ass it, fine, go call Simon Schama to do the appendix.
matedog wrote:The high in SF on sunday, the day of my run, is going to be 62.
My friend Marcy is going to be in S.F. this weekend cheering on her friend who is running the marathon. I told her that if she saw a tall dude wearing wither a Bruce Springfield or I hate Ginger shirt to say, "Hello Hoy." Also, she's a very cute 39-year-old, and I know how you like the older women.
Oh that's awesome. I mean everything you said.
Is she asian?
”INDER LOCK THE THE KISS THREAD IVE REALISED IM A PRZE IDOOT” - Thomas Jefferson
matedog wrote:The high in SF on sunday, the day of my run, is going to be 62.
My friend Marcy is going to be in S.F. this weekend cheering on her friend who is running the marathon. I told her that if she saw a tall dude wearing wither a Bruce Springfield or I hate Ginger shirt to say, "Hello Hoy." Also, she's a very cute 39-year-old, and I know how you like the older women.
Oh that's awesome. I mean everything you said.
Is she asian?
No...she's a Portuguese Jew.
Got a Rake? Sure!
IMCT: Inane Middle-Class Twats - Dr. M
" *sigh* it's right when they throw the penis pump out the window." -Hoy
Whoa. South Dakota. Dumping-a-load-in-the-pants weather.
"I never doubted myself for a minute for I knew that my monkey-strong bowels were girded with strength, like the loins of a dragon ribboned with fat and the opulence of buffalo dung." - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
Apparently it's been the coldest summer in 39 years in the bay area. At home, the sun breaks through the fog maybe once a week and the thermostat hasn't come close to 70 in probably close to a month.
Look, you have to establish context for these things. And I maintain that unless you appreciate the Fall of Constantinople, the Great Fire of London, and Mickey Mantle's fatalist alcoholism, live Freddy makes no sense. If you want to half-ass it, fine, go call Simon Schama to do the appendix.
matedog wrote:Apparently it's been the coldest summer in 39 years in the bay area. At home, the sun breaks through the fog maybe once a week and the thermostat hasn't come close to 70 in probably close to a month.
So much for global warming, hyuk hyuk hyuk [/willfully ignorant about climate change]
"I never doubted myself for a minute for I knew that my monkey-strong bowels were girded with strength, like the loins of a dragon ribboned with fat and the opulence of buffalo dung." - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
"I never doubted myself for a minute for I knew that my monkey-strong bowels were girded with strength, like the loins of a dragon ribboned with fat and the opulence of buffalo dung." - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
matedog wrote:Apparently it's been the coldest summer in 39 years in the bay area. At home, the sun breaks through the fog maybe once a week and the thermostat hasn't come close to 70 in probably close to a month.
So much for global warming, hyuk hyuk hyuk [/willfully ignorant about climate change]
No seriously, I think they are right. Here are the next six or so days.
It's August, damn it!
Look, you have to establish context for these things. And I maintain that unless you appreciate the Fall of Constantinople, the Great Fire of London, and Mickey Mantle's fatalist alcoholism, live Freddy makes no sense. If you want to half-ass it, fine, go call Simon Schama to do the appendix.