Thongs in Trees on ski slopes
// January 2nd, 2008 // Sup
Does anyone else get all “horned” up when they see all the thongs and bras hanging in the trees while ascending the ski lift? Does this mean a vast number of woman or naked under their snow bunny outfits? What do they do, go in for a hot chocolate, strip, come back out and throw it in the trees?
I’m all horned up when I ski now. It’s a problem… I like it.
DAVE: GIVE ME A FING BREAK MAN. I don’t sit at home sipping my coffee, tickling myself. I’m on the freaking road, racing my bike all year long. Look I just crashed twice once on new years eve day and once again on new years day, got back up and finished both races. I still have four more days of it. What did you do? I still love you, but shitfire bro, I need to sleep a little. I promise it will be good.




DUDE, 2 posts in one day. At this rate, this here “blog” ‘ll be up and running on a much better track than that 1 test post and then week break fiasco. Also, I don’t wanna hear it. On any given day lately, I manage to watch and later reflect on sometimes multiple episodes of the following: Live with Regis and Kelly (thank the lord they dumped that Kathy woman), Price is Right (Drew Carey’s a terrible host), Merv Griffin’s Crosswords (sucks, but there’s nothing else on…the grand prize is $2500 sometimes? I could make more money in 30 minutes by selling bowling balls to homeless people.), Family Feud (another terrible host), that 70’s show (classic but not all that funny it turns out), Ellen (I love her. I might ask her out on a date.), Judge Mathis, Judge Judy, and then the People’s Court (all good). I also manage to ride my bike at least 30 minutes a day in all of that, so yeah, I don’t want to hear it.
you know you sit at home tickling yourself.