Yeah, you
Shook me all night long
Please click this. Shamanic Cheerleaders. Dude. Please. Shamanic Cheerleaders.
Soooooo, today.
I went boarding with Bells, as advertised.
A triple-trailer semi jackknifed in the canyon.
There was a surprise spring storm.
And, hey, who doesn't appreciate an extra six inches?
Not this guy.
Shucks, I'll take an inch.
The locals swarmed like locusts.
There was a thick layer of pow.
It snowed so hard that they shut down all but one lift by noon.
So we came home and jammed.
Exercised my scary musical talent.
I felt I needed the First Amendment, as I was feeling particularly vocally expressive.
They were launching avalanche bombs into the Big Couloir.
Whaddaya gonna do, huh?
Soooooo, today.
I went boarding with Bells, as advertised.
A triple-trailer semi jackknifed in the canyon.
There was a surprise spring storm.
And, hey, who doesn't appreciate an extra six inches?
Not this guy.
Shucks, I'll take an inch.
The locals swarmed like locusts.
There was a thick layer of pow.
It snowed so hard that they shut down all but one lift by noon.
So we came home and jammed.
Exercised my scary musical talent.
I felt I needed the First Amendment, as I was feeling particularly vocally expressive.
They were launching avalanche bombs into the Big Couloir.
Whaddaya gonna do, huh?
posted by Joe at
7:46 PM
3 Comments:
You're making me laugh, Joe!
Love the gong.
"And hey, who doesn't appreciate an extra six inches?" You are funny today.
Now that's rock & roll my friends.
I'm talking waking up, at the crack of noon, for deep-knee rock squats! 7-8 in a row.
How about rock-hard tasty abs, washer-board style.
Are you ready to make the commitment, to spend all your hard-earned cash, frivolously, on a F'ing gong?
I say yes!
Let's Fire up the Maverick, collect some garbage and run over some old people at Wal Mart.
CARP
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