We got cake and hot sauce. Come on little buddy.Originally Posted by jonastio
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We got cake and hot sauce. Come on little buddy.
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THE EARTH IS FLAT
Y'all have fun, this is my first night home with power since Wednesday, my plans do not included y'all
Oderint dum metuant
"Stay with me; do not fear. For he who seeks your life seeks my life, but with me you shall be safe.” 1 Samuel 22:23
“This gun is liberty; hold for certain that the day when you no more have it, you will be returned to slavery.” – Toussaint L’Ouverture
You done yet?
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THE EARTH IS FLAT
A Damn good time. Did not realize my designated driver was drunk as fuck but it all buffed out..... . Damn sure forgot to check out the new night vision...
It was a great good time as usual.
As always I had a great time. Even though I was running on Tack time .
Last edited by FLT; September 4th, 2016 at 09:10 AM.
Luck is the phenomena created when Preparation meets Opportunity .
HEY,Dirty, The "TIDE" opened up a giant can of ALabama Whop-ass on those California Faggots!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!
(nam era) yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil for I am the meanest SOB in the valley!
Johnny, The Crimson Tide wasn't the only thing that was on a roll last night.
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C/H I hope to be able to get on a roll after a few more of these dang Chemo's. That damn nuestla shot they give you about a day later is the one that screws your head up.Of course I did not need anything to help screw up mine!
(nam era) yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil for I am the meanest SOB in the valley!
Ginger Tide!... Roll Tide!
Thank you Honey Badger and Dirty! Good times!
Let us skip the other lies, for brevity’s sake. To consider them would prove nothing, except that man is what he is—loving toward his own, lovable, to his own,—his family, his friends—and otherwise the buzzing, busy trivial, enemy of his race—who tarries his little day, does his little dirt, commends himself to God, and then goes out into the darkness, to re-turn no more, and send no messages back—selfish even in death.
Mark Twain
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