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G'd up from the feet up.
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and now for the cow story...
'Twas a fine sunday evening at the california state fair. Both the thugs and white trash crowd were in attendance, co-existing in a magical, fried utopia on a stick. Our hero was about 6 beers and a yardstick cup'o'margarita worth of drunk, (estimated cost, about $967.43). It was then that I stumbled into the beer garden and found to my delight, a friend from high school working there. After a couple of jokes at the expense of his failure in life, I suggested he give me a yardstick full of beer. He agreed but only if I would accept his chug challenge on his break. I lost the battle, but my drunkeness proved that I had won the war. I suddenly had the irristable desire to inspect the livestock. Upon entering the bovine section, I was inspired by a fabulous idea. If horses could be ridden, why not cows? I'll admit part of the idea came from my fear of trying to mount one of the budweiser clydesdales (please excuse spelling, I'm no equinologist you know). My first setback came when I realized that all the cows were tethered to their stalls. I did notice that some were being led around by what appeard to be leashes of some kind. I didn't know where they were going, nor did I care. I waited for one to pass and then quickly sprang into action. I leaped with all my might and grabbed a hold of what seemed to be some kind of triceratopsish shield on the cows head. Gravity proved the better of the two of us and I succeeded only in kicking the cow and falling down. I was immediately surrounded by angry cowboys and security. I began trying to talk my way out of the mess. "Hey fug you broke ass hiiiicks. I make more mooooonney than all your cowws puuut't'gither." Luckily for those cowboys, security stepped in and dragged me to the security tent. Ironic Mustache Top Team was able to talk them into not calling the cops as long as she took me home immediately. It's a good thing too, because some poor cops may have been saved a beating at the hands of yours truly. Shortly after the excitement, I "fell asleep" in the car on the way home. It was a good day today, but there are still 3 more days of the fair and a lot of cowboys who need to be taught a lesson. I see much potential for excitement in future for the livestock section of the state fair. |
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Creeping around as I please nonchalantly like any other Supreme Emperor might.
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Senior Member
Join Date: Jul 2005
Posts: 287
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i feel cheated...
i badly needed to know that wayne was incarcerated and renamed "sally" for the inhouse thugjitsu chain gang champion, hector "bitchslap" alonzo in F block for the chicanos. this did not happen. i demand a refund. |
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Damnant quod non intelligunt
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NJ, Toilet Bowl of USA
Join Date: May 2005
Location: secret ninja lair
Posts: 1,106
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well, if there's a fence...
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the poster formerly known as-Andy Kaufman
NHB Intergender Champion jiu-jitsu isn't the hardass frat guy yelling at you to funnel a beer. its the laid back guy in the corner workin' on 2 chicks. |
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