... until you and a bunch of people sitting around a nighttime campfire tripping on 'shrooms, simultaneously jump up and savagely beat on an approaching armadillo with large sticks only to realize their substance is that of rubber only to send the unfazed, overgrown rat-like creature waddling back towards the marshy edge of the bayou, to finally collect yourselves, to slowly gather back around the fire, one by one and ponder..... "did that really just happen"?

i guess i havent lived then.

me either. i always knew there was something up.

___ done lines off a tranny's ass!

Go for a ramble. Nature is wonderful. :cool:

until you've stopped frequenting SYG.

you stole mine.

touched the very fabric of existence under the guiding aid of the psilocybin ally.

You haven't lived until you've seen amerikangod's wee-wee in priso...errrr, I mean person.

I approve of this man's message and will be taking appointments.

... until you've bumped some throat singing on yr car stereo as you roll by some fratboys

have laid back on the sandy beach with the suns rays warming your inards like a microwave while listing to the ipod and watching the kids out of the corner of one eye......then swim with the jelly fish in march

c-sections baby!!!!!!

...until you have lived in Asheville.

...until you acquire the ability to ignore imperatives.

nice

heavy, even...