riding home from work, about half a block from my house, a security car (like this)starts pulling out real slow from a driveway. i go past slow in case he decides to cut me off and then speed up when he doesn't. he then highbeams me with some roof mounted spotlights and i cruise past my house. he accelerates to my pace and i hammer for like 4 minutes, turning back on myself around blocks, and he tails me the whole time, until i go up a hill and halfway up a realise he isn't following me.
So..story time I guess. (warning: this ended up being a lot longer than expected, and probably boring)
Last night, I met up with my girlfriend and a few of her friends at this cafe in a pretty run down neighborhood. It was open mic night. The street it was located on was comprised of abandoned, completely dilapidated buildings. The cafe naturally stood out with its bright, multicolored sign. There were a bunch of scraper bikes parked outside. I walked in to the cafe's warm atmosphere. The spectrum of people there ranged from white teenage hipsters to aging old black men with janky gaits. I located my girlfriend and talked with her for awhile. We ended up sitting with a few of her friends and this middle aged man with down syndrome came to join us. He was pretty cool. We talked for awhile about whatever. One of my girlfriend's friends ended up playing checkers with him. Some other kid came and sat with us, probably about age 17. (I'm 19 by the way) He looked like your typical scenester or whatever. Fitted cap, skinny jeans, metalcore band t-shirt, the usual stereotype. He started talking to me about music. Said he was into "hardcore" bands like White Chapel and August Burns Red. I basically threw up in my mouth. I shrank away from the conversation at this point. As the night progressed, the ladyfriend got into a strange, anti-social mood, which probably stemmed from my demeanor. I'm very socially awkward, and get uncomfortable/terribly quiet when in large crowds of people. After a series of awkward forced conversation, she ended up sitting across the room by herself. This made me feel pretty awful and all. I just sat at a table, listening to this soulful black man with two teeth sing amazing R&B covers. It was really beautiful. Anyway, I felt like I had to do something to make my girl feel better. So, I picked out the guy who seemed to be in charge of the event. I asked him if I could maybe play and sing just one song. He said that would be great. He had an australian accent. After that, I started freaking out. My heart rate increased so that it felt like it might explode out of my chest any minute. My palms were sweating and I was shaking. Keep in mind that I struggle to keep eye contact in a basic one-on-one conversation. Add to the fact, I have never sang or played guitar in front of anyone besides a select one or two people, let alone a packed cafe of complete strangers. I swallowed hard, got on to the stage, and picked up a guitar. An older gentleman said to me, "Let me know if you need a beat laid down, my man." I said through a weak and shaking voice "Ok, thank you." I started playing and the entire cafe got dead silent. I saw my girlfriend work her way through the room and sat on a chair right in front of me. I sung/played *cringe* The First Day of My Life by Bright Eyes. Hah! I know, it's horribly cliche, but I don't even care. But I got through the entire song pretty well and stepped down and everyone was clapping and the old drummer was like "What you did up there was very cool, cuz!" And this older black man with a neckbrace was like "You made it happen! You made it happen!" And it was all so surreal and my girlfriend gave me the biggest kiss ever and it was probably one of the best hell yes! moments.
the words exchanged afterwards went something like this:
"did you just puke?"
"yeah I thought you were just coming but then it started coming out my nose"
the words exchanged afterwards went something like this:
"did you just puke?"
"yeah I thought you were just coming but then it started coming out my nose"
[quote=toast][quote=walrus]you do know who gears are for, right?[/quote]
i was gonna either guess queers, or going fast[/quote]
[img]http://i30.tinypic.com/zmxhjs.gif[/img]
Hell yes:
Back in January I got accepted for a decent job with good benefits.
What the hell:
Finally got a call yesterday about this job. Since it has been a while I assumed my background check was done, etc. and finally in the stage for in-processing details. Long story short, I wasted more than 2 months "hoping". And now my supervisor at my current job knows I am seeking other jobs.
The terms completely changed when I asked them to give it to me in writing. I was not getting what I was initially told before I accepted. These assholes also called my current job looking for me despite the fact I told them over the phone and in emails to contact me on my cel phone.
this gets a lol.
ps way to be a dick about homoboys moment.
__________________
[quote=G-UNIT]Mo' flows, mo' dough, money come, money go
New straps, new clip, stack chips, don't trip
Play playa, go hard, stunt nigga, oh God[/quote]
So..story time I guess. (warning: this ended up being a lot longer than expected, and probably boring)
Last night, I met up with my girlfriend and a few of her friends at this cafe in a pretty run down neighborhood. It was open mic night. The street it was located on was comprised of abandoned, completely dilapidated buildings. The cafe naturally stood out with its bright, multicolored sign. There were a bunch of scraper bikes parked outside. I walked in to the cafe's warm atmosphere. The spectrum of people there ranged from white teenage hipsters to aging old black men with janky gaits. I located my girlfriend and talked with her for awhile. We ended up sitting with a few of her friends and this middle aged man with down syndrome came to join us. He was pretty cool. We talked for awhile about whatever. One of my girlfriend's friends ended up playing checkers with him. Some other kid came and sat with us, probably about age 17. (I'm 19 by the way) He looked like your typical scenester or whatever. Fitted cap, skinny jeans, metalcore band t-shirt, the usual stereotype. He started talking to me about music. Said he was into "hardcore" bands like White Chapel and August Burns Red. I basically threw up in my mouth. I shrank away from the conversation at this point. As the night progressed, the ladyfriend got into a strange, anti-social mood, which probably stemmed from my demeanor. I'm very socially awkward, and get uncomfortable/terribly quiet when in large crowds of people. After a series of awkward forced conversation, she ended up sitting across the room by herself. This made me feel pretty awful and all. I just sat at a table, listening to this soulful black man with two teeth sing amazing R&B covers. It was really beautiful. Anyway, I felt like I had to do something to make my girl feel better. So, I picked out the guy who seemed to be in charge of the event. I asked him if I could maybe play and sing just one song. He said that would be great. He had an australian accent. After that, I started freaking out. My heart rate increased so that it felt like it might explode out of my chest any minute. My palms were sweating and I was shaking. Keep in mind that I struggle to keep eye contact in a basic one-on-one conversation. Add to the fact, I have never sang or played guitar in front of anyone besides a select one or two people, let alone a packed cafe of complete strangers. I swallowed hard, got on to the stage, and picked up a guitar. An older gentleman said to me, "Let me know if you need a beat laid down, my man." I said through a weak and shaking voice "Ok, thank you." I started playing and the entire cafe got dead silent. I saw my girlfriend work her way through the room and sat on a chair right in front of me. I sung/played *cringe* The First Day of My Life by Bright Eyes. Hah! I know, it's horribly cliche, but I don't even care. But I got through the entire song pretty well and stepped down and everyone was clapping and the old drummer was like "What you did up there was very cool, cuz!" And this older black man with a neckbrace was like "You made it happen! You made it happen!" And it was all so surreal and my girlfriend gave me the biggest kiss ever and it was probably one of the best hell yes! moments.
sticky stuff on my bars after i removed my grips (used some kind of adhesive tape, long story) one shot of wd-40 on a paper towel and it was all gone in seconds, hell yes!
i'm not using wd-40 to put my new grips on though, don't worry
__________________
the words exchanged afterwards went something like this:
"did you just puke?"
"yeah I thought you were just coming but then it started coming out my nose"
Wrapped my bars again cause the tape got fucked when I broke that guy's light: HELL YES!
__________________
[quote=toast][quote=walrus]you do know who gears are for, right?[/quote]
i was gonna either guess queers, or going fast[/quote]
[img]http://i30.tinypic.com/zmxhjs.gif[/img]
So..story time I guess. (warning: this ended up being a lot longer than expected, and probably boring)
Last night, I met up with my girlfriend and a few of her friends at this cafe in a pretty run down neighborhood. It was open mic night. The street it was located on was comprised of abandoned, completely dilapidated buildings. The cafe naturally stood out with its bright, multicolored sign. There were a bunch of scraper bikes parked outside. I walked in to the cafe's warm atmosphere. The spectrum of people there ranged from white teenage hipsters to aging old black men with janky gaits. I located my girlfriend and talked with her for awhile. We ended up sitting with a few of her friends and this middle aged man with down syndrome came to join us. He was pretty cool. We talked for awhile about whatever. One of my girlfriend's friends ended up playing checkers with him. Some other kid came and sat with us, probably about age 17. (I'm 19 by the way) He looked like your typical scenester or whatever. Fitted cap, skinny jeans, metalcore band t-shirt, the usual stereotype. He started talking to me about music. Said he was into "hardcore" bands like White Chapel and August Burns Red. I basically threw up in my mouth. I shrank away from the conversation at this point. As the night progressed, the ladyfriend got into a strange, anti-social mood, which probably stemmed from my demeanor. I'm very socially awkward, and get uncomfortable/terribly quiet when in large crowds of people. After a series of awkward forced conversation, she ended up sitting across the room by herself. This made me feel pretty awful and all. I just sat at a table, listening to this soulful black man with two teeth sing amazing R&B covers. It was really beautiful. Anyway, I felt like I had to do something to make my girl feel better. So, I picked out the guy who seemed to be in charge of the event. I asked him if I could maybe play and sing just one song. He said that would be great. He had an australian accent. After that, I started freaking out. My heart rate increased so that it felt like it might explode out of my chest any minute. My palms were sweating and I was shaking. Keep in mind that I struggle to keep eye contact in a basic one-on-one conversation. Add to the fact, I have never sang or played guitar in front of anyone besides a select one or two people, let alone a packed cafe of complete strangers. I swallowed hard, got on to the stage, and picked up a guitar. An older gentleman said to me, "Let me know if you need a beat laid down, my man." I said through a weak and shaking voice "Ok, thank you." I started playing and the entire cafe got dead silent. I saw my girlfriend work her way through the room and sat on a chair right in front of me. I sung/played *cringe* The First Day of My Life by Bright Eyes. Hah! I know, it's horribly cliche, but I don't even care. But I got through the entire song pretty well and stepped down and everyone was clapping and the old drummer was like "What you did up there was very cool, cuz!" And this older black man with a neckbrace was like "You made it happen! You made it happen!" And it was all so surreal and my girlfriend gave me the biggest kiss ever and it was probably one of the best hell yes! moments.
/livejournal
epic, good story dude. I wish i could sing or play, or both, at the same time, in front of people.
[quote=G-UNIT]Mo' flows, mo' dough, money come, money go
New straps, new clip, stack chips, don't trip
Play playa, go hard, stunt nigga, oh God[/quote]
Forget that Bright Eyes nonsense, you should have done some Will Oldham.
__________________
Federal, state and local taxes — including income, property, sales and other taxes — consumed 9.2% of all personal income in 2009, the lowest rate since 1950, the [United States] Bureau of Economic Analysis reports. That rate is far below the historic average of 12% for the last half-century.
the words exchanged afterwards went something like this:
"did you just puke?"
"yeah I thought you were just coming but then it started coming out my nose"
(preemptive)
tepr what the hell why don't you ever come to waffles!
__________________
the words exchanged afterwards went something like this:
"did you just puke?"
"yeah I thought you were just coming but then it started coming out my nose"
i'm assuming RJs still coming but who knows, ain't heard from him since sushi
__________________
the words exchanged afterwards went something like this:
"did you just puke?"
"yeah I thought you were just coming but then it started coming out my nose"
Started to get kinda hungry, so I checked the fridge. Found 3 slices left of roasted pepper crusted turkey breast, one more slice of pepperjack cheese, and 2 slices of bread left in the bag. Combine, make killer sandwich, inhale.
what the hell tepr didnt come to waffles fucking dickbag
__________________
[quote=G-UNIT]Mo' flows, mo' dough, money come, money go
New straps, new clip, stack chips, don't trip
Play playa, go hard, stunt nigga, oh God[/quote]
I'm crushing on this girl but I saw her bike for the first time and it's a nice crosscheck but oh what whoops there's a bandana on the headtube
what the hell
crush is over
__________________
the words exchanged afterwards went something like this:
"did you just puke?"
"yeah I thought you were just coming but then it started coming out my nose"
Hell yes! Coworker got me a Mexican coke (made with sugar vs hfcs)
__________________
the words exchanged afterwards went something like this:
"did you just puke?"
"yeah I thought you were just coming but then it started coming out my nose"
I'm crushing on this girl but I saw her bike for the first time and it's a nice crosscheck but oh what whoops there's a bandana on the headtube
what the hell
crush is over
i dont think she was that special.
__________________
[quote=G-UNIT]Mo' flows, mo' dough, money come, money go
New straps, new clip, stack chips, don't trip
Play playa, go hard, stunt nigga, oh God[/quote]
Riding across Broadway Bridge in portland, late at night. see two figures running towards me (the bike path is on the sidewalk). as i ride faster towards them, i realize they're teenage girls. i hug the side of the rail, but they keep running. and just when i'm about to skid to a stop, hoping they'll run around me, one of them straight up runs into me and screams. They giggle and run off. WTF? hit and run. they hit me and ran.
__________________
One gear for you
One gear for me
You want a fork?
Start a GB-STEVER
[quote=G-UNIT]Mo' flows, mo' dough, money come, money go
New straps, new clip, stack chips, don't trip
Play playa, go hard, stunt nigga, oh God[/quote]
i was too bewildered. plus they were probz defz in high school. PLUS: I might feel bad taking advantage of girlz that R tall.
Womp
__________________
the words exchanged afterwards went something like this:
"did you just puke?"
"yeah I thought you were just coming but then it started coming out my nose"
I'm crushing on this girl but I saw her bike for the first time and it's a nice crosscheck but oh what whoops there's a bandana on the headtube
what the hell
crush is over
you probably didnt stand a chance, too much video games and not enough bright eyes.
connor gets dem ladiez on teh daily.
__________________
Burn the hive.
[quote=Cy Trivialities]frankstoneline taught me that PB&J sandwiches can be MADE while riding. I am looking forward to trying that out.[/quote]
delivered flowers to a 102 year old lady today. she still lives at home. hell yes for her
delivered to another lady who gave me a dollar because im out delivering in the bad weather (it was sunny and 40 all day) what the hell
what the hell:
riding home from work, about half a block from my house, a security car (like this)starts pulling out real slow from a driveway. i go past slow in case he decides to cut me off and then speed up when he doesn't. he then highbeams me with some roof mounted spotlights and i cruise past my house. he accelerates to my pace and i hammer for like 4 minutes, turning back on myself around blocks, and he tails me the whole time, until i go up a hill and halfway up a realise he isn't following me.
poorly written anticlimactic hollywood chase.
what the hell
So..story time I guess. (warning: this ended up being a lot longer than expected, and probably boring)
Last night, I met up with my girlfriend and a few of her friends at this cafe in a pretty run down neighborhood. It was open mic night. The street it was located on was comprised of abandoned, completely dilapidated buildings. The cafe naturally stood out with its bright, multicolored sign. There were a bunch of scraper bikes parked outside. I walked in to the cafe's warm atmosphere. The spectrum of people there ranged from white teenage hipsters to aging old black men with janky gaits. I located my girlfriend and talked with her for awhile. We ended up sitting with a few of her friends and this middle aged man with down syndrome came to join us. He was pretty cool. We talked for awhile about whatever. One of my girlfriend's friends ended up playing checkers with him. Some other kid came and sat with us, probably about age 17. (I'm 19 by the way) He looked like your typical scenester or whatever. Fitted cap, skinny jeans, metalcore band t-shirt, the usual stereotype. He started talking to me about music. Said he was into "hardcore" bands like White Chapel and August Burns Red. I basically threw up in my mouth. I shrank away from the conversation at this point. As the night progressed, the ladyfriend got into a strange, anti-social mood, which probably stemmed from my demeanor. I'm very socially awkward, and get uncomfortable/terribly quiet when in large crowds of people. After a series of awkward forced conversation, she ended up sitting across the room by herself. This made me feel pretty awful and all. I just sat at a table, listening to this soulful black man with two teeth sing amazing R&B covers. It was really beautiful. Anyway, I felt like I had to do something to make my girl feel better. So, I picked out the guy who seemed to be in charge of the event. I asked him if I could maybe play and sing just one song. He said that would be great. He had an australian accent. After that, I started freaking out. My heart rate increased so that it felt like it might explode out of my chest any minute. My palms were sweating and I was shaking. Keep in mind that I struggle to keep eye contact in a basic one-on-one conversation. Add to the fact, I have never sang or played guitar in front of anyone besides a select one or two people, let alone a packed cafe of complete strangers. I swallowed hard, got on to the stage, and picked up a guitar. An older gentleman said to me, "Let me know if you need a beat laid down, my man." I said through a weak and shaking voice "Ok, thank you." I started playing and the entire cafe got dead silent. I saw my girlfriend work her way through the room and sat on a chair right in front of me. I sung/played *cringe* The First Day of My Life by Bright Eyes. Hah! I know, it's horribly cliche, but I don't even care. But I got through the entire song pretty well and stepped down and everyone was clapping and the old drummer was like "What you did up there was very cool, cuz!" And this older black man with a neckbrace was like "You made it happen! You made it happen!" And it was all so surreal and my girlfriend gave me the biggest kiss ever and it was probably one of the best hell yes! moments.
/livejournal
Gay
the words exchanged afterwards went something like this: "did you just puke?" "yeah I thought you were just coming but then it started coming out my nose"
this, but also i'm jealous of that moment.
halbritt: I have a bad habit of arguing with people that I agree with.
Seriously though she's probably cheating on you
the words exchanged afterwards went something like this: "did you just puke?" "yeah I thought you were just coming but then it started coming out my nose"
[quote=toast][quote=walrus]you do know who gears are for, right?[/quote] i was gonna either guess queers, or going fast[/quote] [img]http://i30.tinypic.com/zmxhjs.gif[/img]
Hell yes:
Back in January I got accepted for a decent job with good benefits.
What the hell:
Finally got a call yesterday about this job. Since it has been a while I assumed my background check was done, etc. and finally in the stage for in-processing details. Long story short, I wasted more than 2 months "hoping". And now my supervisor at my current job knows I am seeking other jobs.
The terms completely changed when I asked them to give it to me in writing. I was not getting what I was initially told before I accepted. These assholes also called my current job looking for me despite the fact I told them over the phone and in emails to contact me on my cel phone.
what the hell
tc sol gets moar p in v than i do. doinitrong -biekrider Normally I would think this is good advice, but this is solife.-rich
this gets a lol.
ps way to be a dick about homoboys moment.
[quote=G-UNIT]Mo' flows, mo' dough, money come, money go New straps, new clip, stack chips, don't trip Play playa, go hard, stunt nigga, oh God[/quote]
HELL YES
sticky stuff on my bars after i removed my grips (used some kind of adhesive tape, long story) one shot of wd-40 on a paper towel and it was all gone in seconds, hell yes!
i'm not using wd-40 to put my new grips on though, don't worry
the words exchanged afterwards went something like this: "did you just puke?" "yeah I thought you were just coming but then it started coming out my nose"
i cut my hair yesterday. hell yes.
today i found a splinter of hair in my finger. what the hell?
halbritt: I have a bad habit of arguing with people that I agree with.
Wrapped my bars again cause the tape got fucked when I broke that guy's light: HELL YES!
[quote=toast][quote=walrus]you do know who gears are for, right?[/quote] i was gonna either guess queers, or going fast[/quote] [img]http://i30.tinypic.com/zmxhjs.gif[/img]
epic, good story dude. I wish i could sing or play, or both, at the same time, in front of people.
[right][IMG]http://i48.tinypic.com/2qd4ghv.gif[/IMG][/right]
what grips big z?
[quote=G-UNIT]Mo' flows, mo' dough, money come, money go New straps, new clip, stack chips, don't trip Play playa, go hard, stunt nigga, oh God[/quote]
i thought i was eating one half of bmy bagel but really i was eithng eating the other half. what the hell?
halbritt: I have a bad habit of arguing with people that I agree with.
Forget that Bright Eyes nonsense, you should have done some Will Oldham.
Federal, state and local taxes — including income, property, sales and other taxes — consumed 9.2% of all personal income in 2009, the lowest rate since 1950, the [United States] Bureau of Economic Analysis reports. That rate is far below the historic average of 12% for the last half-century.
shoudla done sage francis featuring will oldham
the words exchanged afterwards went something like this: "did you just puke?" "yeah I thought you were just coming but then it started coming out my nose"
$50 tip on a delivery. Receptionist Hot. Hell yessssss.
And hi everybody.
Formerly Der Blaue Reiter and, for an awkward time of soul-searching and development, Ziggy. ---Bloog ---SLC Bike Collective---
hell yes: two of the works at my cafeteria are DJing right now, for another 90 minutes. they have 5 turntables and a sampler!
what the hell: im not drunk and i only have beer omg i am so fulllll
22:52:25 ‹le petit cat› some girls just have veiny titties. my friend showed us her knockers in 6th and they looked just like that.
hell yes: watchmen is soooo gooood i have seen it twice
22:52:25 ‹le petit cat› some girls just have veiny titties. my friend showed us her knockers in 6th and they looked just like that.
(preemptive)
tepr what the hell why don't you ever come to waffles!
the words exchanged afterwards went something like this: "did you just puke?" "yeah I thought you were just coming but then it started coming out my nose"
i send my nose to you, kate.
while we're on the subject: new bonnie billy album does not disappoint.
halbritt: I have a bad habit of arguing with people that I agree with.
fuck i feel like adick this is the first weekend when i have known 100% im ready to waffle ride but then i made plans witha girl
:(
hell yes/what the hell
22:52:25 ‹le petit cat› some girls just have veiny titties. my friend showed us her knockers in 6th and they looked just like that.
i'm assuming RJs still coming but who knows, ain't heard from him since sushi
the words exchanged afterwards went something like this: "did you just puke?" "yeah I thought you were just coming but then it started coming out my nose"
fuuuuck i want to be there but this girl is better looking than a waffle an plus zelah you be a fuckin model i dont want u jockin on my shit
22:52:25 ‹le petit cat› some girls just have veiny titties. my friend showed us her knockers in 6th and they looked just like that.
Nobody telling him to eat a jar of dog dicks: what the hell.
Three years ago, I got angry at the mountain. I climbed it 38 times in two months. - Jure Robič
Definitely BPB or Bright Eyes is rad. I love the meek "Ok, thank you."
Started to get kinda hungry, so I checked the fridge. Found 3 slices left of roasted pepper crusted turkey breast, one more slice of pepperjack cheese, and 2 slices of bread left in the bag. Combine, make killer sandwich, inhale.
Hell yes.
hell yes jander!
just had a bomb ass JUMBO chicken super burrito. mexican rotisserie chicken. om nom nom
tc sol gets moar p in v than i do. doinitrong -biekrider Normally I would think this is good advice, but this is solife.-rich
what the hell tepr didnt come to waffles fucking dickbag
[quote=G-UNIT]Mo' flows, mo' dough, money come, money go New straps, new clip, stack chips, don't trip Play playa, go hard, stunt nigga, oh God[/quote]
somehow my mom slid her car into our yard from the driveway and got stuck. what the hell?
i was able to get it out of the snow in 30 seconds hell yes
I'm crushing on this girl but I saw her bike for the first time and it's a nice crosscheck but oh what whoops there's a bandana on the headtube
what the hell
crush is over
the words exchanged afterwards went something like this: "did you just puke?" "yeah I thought you were just coming but then it started coming out my nose"
Just steal the bandana.
Hell yes! Coworker got me a Mexican coke (made with sugar vs hfcs)
the words exchanged afterwards went something like this: "did you just puke?" "yeah I thought you were just coming but then it started coming out my nose"
Three job offers in two days after five weeks of nothing. Hell yes/what the hell
Spent a couple of hundys at Ikea and put it all together without having any extra pieces left over. Hell yes.
That gum you like is going to come back into style.
i dont think she was that special.
[quote=G-UNIT]Mo' flows, mo' dough, money come, money go New straps, new clip, stack chips, don't trip Play playa, go hard, stunt nigga, oh God[/quote]
Riding across Broadway Bridge in portland, late at night. see two figures running towards me (the bike path is on the sidewalk). as i ride faster towards them, i realize they're teenage girls. i hug the side of the rail, but they keep running. and just when i'm about to skid to a stop, hoping they'll run around me, one of them straight up runs into me and screams. They giggle and run off. WTF? hit and run. they hit me and ran.
One gear for you One gear for me You want a fork? Start a GB-STEVER
what the hell. shoulda hit it cole
[quote=G-UNIT]Mo' flows, mo' dough, money come, money go New straps, new clip, stack chips, don't trip Play playa, go hard, stunt nigga, oh God[/quote]
i was too bewildered. plus they were probz defz in high school. PLUS: I might feel bad taking advantage of girlz that R high.
One gear for you One gear for me You want a fork? Start a GB-STEVER
a mason jar of dicks, eat them.
"fuck you, you shit machine!!"
Womp
the words exchanged afterwards went something like this: "did you just puke?" "yeah I thought you were just coming but then it started coming out my nose"
jeezy talking about that girl: "blah blah blah blah blah trifle tower blah blah"
me: "How tall is she?"
One gear for you One gear for me You want a fork? Start a GB-STEVER
SOMEONE ELSE IS NAMED COLE?
FUCK YOU HAVE SOME DICKS.
wth: Star Fleet Academy is still not a real thing.
too late.
oh, and bicyCOLE
One gear for you One gear for me You want a fork? Start a GB-STEVER
Speaking of names. What the hell moment.
My name is coleman, my bosses last name is coleman. So i decided to start going by cole
some stupid broad named nicole starts but nooooo she wants to be called cole.
i feel like i should get first dibs on cole.
wth: Star Fleet Academy is still not a real thing.
You're Co-Co now. Or T-bone
you probably didnt stand a chance, too much video games and not enough bright eyes.
connor gets dem ladiez on teh daily.
Burn the hive. [quote=Cy Trivialities]frankstoneline taught me that PB&J sandwiches can be MADE while riding. I am looking forward to trying that out.[/quote]