Get on a plane
Go somewhere hot
Sit on a beach and get loaded
Who's with me?
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Get on a plane
Go somewhere hot
Sit on a beach and get loaded
Who's with me?
Werd
I want to cover myself in peanutbutter and get some hot chick covered in jelly to come lay on top of me.
Hmmmm. Sure! Wait a minute...this is my plan for next week. Cancun here I come!Quote:
Originally Posted by Tacklebox
Some beach. :cool:
Some booze. :drink:
Some babes. :kiss:
:devil:
and wake up with a hang-over, hot thirsty with all that sand in my face and only saltwater to drink...furgit it... :pQuote:
Originally Posted by Tacklebox
Now that's the most intelligent set of ideas I have heard in a long, long time. :thumbs:
Hey Meat that sound like a good idea. Only I don't like peanut butter, maybe I'll go with marshmallow fluff.
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Are you taking the girls place?Quote:
Originally Posted by Tacklebox
I was originally going to say ketchup and mustard, but I don't want condements on my weiner. :devil:
eat me homoQuote:
Originally Posted by El Clammino
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Originally Posted by Tacklebox
well at least you got the idea of the fluff and jelly you sicko.
Well, I can tell you two are friends. https://forums.windrivers.com/images.../2005/03/1.gif Do you both weep at night over your Bosox as well? https://forums.windrivers.com/images.../2005/03/1.gifhttps://forums.windrivers.com/images.../2006/04/1.gifhttps://forums.windrivers.com/images.../2006/04/1.gif
So, now that there are no more hurricanes, you all want to come back to Florida, huh?? Well, we don't want ya! https://forums.windrivers.com/images.../2005/03/1.gif Well, we'll take the females in the bikinis. Would that be the jelly side or the fluff?
Then you wake up arrested by the Cancun police because you don't have a wallet and a passport because some hooker waylaid you..Quote:
Originally Posted by Orangeman
and nobody knows who you are. So you get taken down to the jail and you're in a cell with a fag named Paolo who gives you the aids virus.
and two weeks later you're met by a member of the American consulate who is telling you he'll get you our 'eventually.'
But in the meantime your wife has divorced you because you deserted her and you're kids are mad because you took their college money to go to Cancun...
And you jailer is now a fat lady named MamaCita who wants you have an 'understanding' with her every Friday - and you do it because she gives you rotton bananas to eat....and they're better to eat than the insects you have to eat normally.....:sad:
No thanks.. :p
Ha! Shows what you know...Quote:
Originally Posted by Orangeman
I'm not married. :rolleyes: