Yup.

wow...i've always wondered how you get to the point where you do crack.

A retarded burst of curiosity I guess haha.

i think it's a combination of illogical curiosity and a natural progression of events, your biology, geography etc.

i can't stop loooking at your icon.

kool aid man does have something of a raw animal magnetism about him, doesn't he?

I wish I had some cherry and/or grape Kool Aid right now.

I can't stand kool-aid.

i just wanna dip all in him with a fun dip stick.

You mean this?

precisely.

healthy lungs are not worth it
i want to resume smoking

I once got caught jerking off stale fish while whistling dixie with a thimble on my right middle toe with a string acting as a grounding for the entire electricity for the cowpie-mud hut I lived in on a mountain as it balanced at the very tip.

you are talking minnesotian* here.






*language spoken by people from minnesota.

i have been in the middle of a couples arguments before and that was quite strange and unpleasant.

also being propositioned by a couple and then a man on the same night was quite a strange one. i am far from good looking so god knows what they saw in me that night. i turned them all down incase you where wondering which i am sure you wernt.

Oooohhhh Yeeaaaaahhh!

i could also give you about a million storoes involving public transport and strange people including the woman who thought i was a witch and wanted to exorcise me and the racist ex con on speed who wanted to tell me all the prisons he had been in.

it was one of those situations that was funny both at the time and afterwards.

whats yours?

Buses are a magnet for strange folks. I was standing on a bus opposite this guy yesterday, and he kept on going about how everyone on the bus was gonna die. He was the lovechild of George Martin and Christopher Walken.

Me and some friends once went to a music festival near venice. Getting nearer to the place where the festival was held we noticed an ABNORMAL amount of policemen and police cars everywhere. A few of my friends were carrying some, ehm , "recreative substances" and decided to make a U-turn and get back home. The situation was pretty strange, this was a festival organized by the local administration, surely not a "dangerous" freaky festival...we did not understand the need of that many policemen, but we decided to go nonetheless...so, we get to the entrance, and, as usual, police stopped ME to check my backpack :
"Sorry, no bottled beers allowed"
"what? but they sell them at the festival ?..."
"Sorry, we can't let you in"
"Uff, my friends are already in...what should I do?"
"Well, you can either wait them out till the end of the gig, or you could leave the beers here, or drink them and then get in..ha ha!"
"Uh, ok"-
So I drank 7 500ml bottles of beer in front of them in, like,10 minutes (the gig was about to start) and then they let me in like nothing happened.
Morons.
The day after we read in the newspaper that there ahd been a bank robbery there, and all the police cars/men were still chasing/searching for the criminals.