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Me scalpum white mans fucking head. I don't really take offense to much, but somone might.chukklehed wrote:I like Indians. I am not talking about the people but the Motorcycles. Check out an Indian Cheif. They are cooler than Harley's and much cooler than Rice Rockets.
I can moonwalk.Weidert wrote:I'm guessing you can't dance thanEd Egghead Smith wrote:PabstBlueRibbon wrote:Here's to Beer! Helping ugly people have sex.
To beer........................*
*Disclaimer - I don't drink.
Other than that, your right I'm horrible at dancing. :(
So you brag that you drink to excess and you don't know your limit and fall flat and then you want every one to know who is laying on the floor. All this shit is supposed to impress me. I don't think so. I like to give people big welcomes, in your case it is just a rather small one as follows:PabstBlueRibbon wrote:Saloon doors swing and squeak violently behind me as I lay, face down, having fallen through them. Patrons of the establishment put down the drinks, if only for a moment, as they look over their shoulders. My head raises and I somehow manage to spit out a barely intelligable, but nonetheless socially requisite, "hello everyone. My name is Thomas." While I was regaining consiousness, I was still far from sober. If I only knew what carnage was to ensue, I'd have worn my kevlar underwear.
Twenty three years old, I hail from San Antonio, but moved to Denton (also in Texas) for college. Having graduated, I lingered on here in denton, finding employment as a "Pharmacy Technician." Disgusted by the retail world (medicine, justice, school, etc.) I've turned full circle and once again find myself looking toward the military, fingers laced and held to my chin, starry eyes gazing out into space. I'm working on getting in the DEP with the the coveted "Option 40 Contract", but my criminal activity (drinking, hell raising) is proving to be quite a hinderance. At any rate, I'm still banging away and hope to be switching my avatar shortly.
