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"Rich " wrote:I’m shaven bald, beat that
There is no beating that! A shaven head is the best by far…
Thanks guys…
Age: Older than Rich.
Socks: Black/dark blue.
Weapon of choice: the bo-staff -as perfected by Napoleon Dynamite.
Rides: ?72 VW T3, ?95 Bontrager Race Lite, ?96? Yo Eddie Fat Chance, 97 Yeti F.R.O. Alloy(old bikes crash harder,) ?05 RM 125, ?05 YZF 450, ?06 Polaris 900 Switchback.
Eyes: Withnail & I, Futurama and weird documentaries. Now and then Gummo and Julien Donkey Boy, but not close to supper, or right after dessert.
Ears: Pavement, NMH, GBV.
Smells like: a mix of oranges and chain lubricant.
Pays for the chain lubricants, oranges, ears, eyes, rides and socks: PR.Once I had this huge rustcolored beard, but it made me look sort of like I was in Grandaddy, and though they can be great it put too much preassure on me. Japan has the coolest trees. Costa Rica the best(what are they called, those things you tie between two trees and then lie in ?) Rock&Roll was dead for 10 minutes in ?99, but then I found batteries for my discman.
Also, I?m afraid of heights when I?m looking down, but not when I?m looking up at them. I?ve caught a 9kg pike, and I cried when my dad ran over a fox on our vacation in Denmark in ?82."Robert " wrote:Rock&Roll was dead for 10 minutes in ?99, but then I found batteries for my discman.LOL
"girl " wrote:Robert, I think your neat and I would very much like to smell you.Thank you. I have taken it upon me to neutralize Rich?s patchouli odour.
"Rich " wrote:"girl " wrote:"Rich " wrote:You’re 23 so you may want to pick one up for yourself in the near future.Your are completely right, Us old folks don’t want to break a hip!
Do you want to join me on my front porch? We can talk about the way the way things used to be back in our day.
Can I sit on the rockingchair while sipping whisky, and widdling wood?
Don’t forget your corn pipe
"Robert " wrote:Thank you. I have taken it upon me to neutralize Rich?s patchouli odour.What are you talking about?!? Every now and again he comes to sit with me on my front porch(we have matching rocking chairs, you know) and I can tell you that he certainly does not smell like patchouli. It’s more like pickled eggs, adult diapers, and death.
Oh that?s right, the combination of pickled eggs and death must?ve confused my nose.
I think you will be pleasantly surprised the next time he comes over though, as I sprayed him with some chain lubricant and squeezed a couple oranges over him during his naptime.
He widdles some wicked wooden figurines though."Robert " wrote:He widdles some wicked wooden figurines though.He certainly does, young Robert, he certainly does. I happened to snap this picture while he was working…
http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/penis.jpg”>http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/penis.jpg"Rich " wrote:Laugh all you want but I sell those things for a fortuneSo what made you decide that you wanted to handle wood for a living? Or is it just a hobby?
The money made me want to do it. I really can’t stand widdling wood. Ditch Digging, there’s my passion in life. What a great hobby!
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