As was discussed earlier, you do not have the stuff that our four loco legends were made of. Originally it was basically a 24oz vodka redbull. Now it is 24oz vodka sugar water. They took out the fucked up part which was massive ammounts of caffeine. You basically got an even shittier tasting mikes hard lemonade.
You clowns got me hooked on vodka and Red Bull, but the drunkest I've been in the last dozen years was the night I was drinking Ketel One and Red Bull and ran out of Red Bull, at which point I started using Mikes Hard lemonade (hey, it was all that as available) as a mixer.
So what you're saying, is that I should mix it with Red Bull. Right? I just spent not more than ten minutes in the garden, and I'm pretty sure my tits are about to melt off. Holy fuck is it hot out there.
Two dongs, one hole sounds terrifying. I am so bored at work I am masturbating because I've exhausted all other options.
Top of a lovely night of passionate dick on dick butt DP with an anus tattoo. Flip a coin to see who has to eat the feltch. Being a Zakk Wylde fan, tell me this is not the best pattern for an anus tattoo: You could hypnotize someone.
My plants look like blowjobs from heaven. Edit: Zakk's bullseye Les Paul is the most badass guitar on earth. Feeds back like motha, but it's the instrument version of a knee in the nuts.
Please. That fiddle is so bad, when you play it, bats will fly out and attack your mother in law. There used to be video of Dimebag Darrell setting off a fire alarm with his feedback. Can't find it anymore.
I dunno....after 30 years of playing almost exclusively Les Pauls I've kind of burned out on their sound. I'm finding Gibby Explorers/Flying Vs much more conducive to my playing now. I don't, however, envision a time when I'll ever get tired of Marshalls. Damn I love those things.
I arrive to the thread, and see talk of 2 dongs in one hole, 4 Loko, and anal tattoos. Looks like we are back on track here people! Hello 3 day weekend.
Seriously, this place sucks now, people don't rip each other apart as much anymore, and they're sober, ON TUESDAY'S.
I wonder if I Am Rob slowly drags the razor over the tender skin of his wrist in the bathroom mirror every night. Not enough to cut, just enough to know that he could do it.