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well that was a brilliant stroke. now nobody is going to click out. is thread sabotage considered an act of terrorism? namaste, motherfucker.

imadorkfish. link fixed. namaste, motherfucker.

sorry t, it werent the 's'. i guess my eyes just kinda filled that typo in for you as i read it. it is that your statement is not clear to me. i know you mean what you say and i want to understand it. namaste, motherfucker.

you didn't get this link from me. after all i got a reputation to keep up. disclaimer:i havent read the website associated with this yet. looks a little heavyhanded. i could be wrong. but i like the pep talk. namaste, motherfucker.

i don't understand what you are saying here, t. namaste, motherfucker.

Basically, in a Zen way, If you pull my finger, YOU too will be made to smell it. In theology: what goes around, comes around

for those of you who are wondering just what in the heyal i am talking about or WHO this bill guy is.. THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO HICKS GQ MAGAZINE, SEPTEMBER 1994 is not a short read, but take a few minutes and get to know a little about a really great human being who slipped under the radar of pop culture. namaste, motherfucker.

i am having a hard time figuring out just what in the fuck either of you are talking about but i am sure i don't like the sound of it. help? namaste, motherfucker.

namaste, motherfucker.

just in case your grief is clouding yur judgement - call manifest. and you suck for taking off before i got back sunday. namaste, motherfucker.

confucious say.. if you ever have to ask 'is it just me?', it usually is. namaste, motherfucker.

It's not what you thought When you first began it You got what you want Now you can hardly stand it though By now you know it's not Going to stop It's not going to stop It's not going to stop 'Til you wise up You're sure there's a cure And you have finally found it You think one drink will shrink you 'til you're underground and living down But it's not going to stop It's not going to stop It's not going to stop 'Til you wise up Prepare a list of what you need Before you sign away the deed 'Couse it's not going to stop It's not going to stop It's not going to stop 'Til you wise up No it's not going to stop 'Til you wise up Now it's not going to stop So just give up namaste, motherfucker.

inquiring minds want to know..... WHAT were they watching, hmmmmmm.... namaste, motherfucker.

ummm.... like subatomic particles, phenomena like relationships are subtly but inavoidably altered by scrutiny. i choose to cherish the ephemeral bonds forged during and surrounding the act of jumping out of plane and spending the first 50 seconds of the last minute of your life (until you pull, thats the truth of the situation) fuckin around with your cohorts and saving the money shot for the LAST 10 seconds. talk about making the most of your time. lol. if upon reading this you come away with an implication of morbidity i respectfully submit that you missed my point. when i finally do attain perfection (the bookies say 2005 is a good bet) i will bump this thread with a better explanation namaste, motherfucker.

i tol ju arredy - it waddnt me. thats my story and i am stickin to it. namaste, motherfucker.

your white guilt is showing bill. what is really sad is when people fear making ANY kind of remark because it might be construed as an expression of an 'ism', latent or otherwise. do you know if jennifer and/or her husband are white? would it change your perception of this statement if one or both are black? it sounds to me like it would fall under your radar if so. now that is sad. namaste, motherfucker.

3:1:0 3 words: CHICKS FUCKIN ROCK! 1 one way freefly with the one and only me - thanks to the kindness of clownburner and david. thanks guys for givin a junkie a fix. skydiving chicks gone wild!!!!! namaste, motherfucker.

i'm not sure how much joan jett i got but i will check when i get home tomorrow. never know, may just well be buried somewhere in my mp3 collection. will let you know. name of specific song? namaste, motherfucker.

glad to see you are back home and in the air. cyou in eloy. namaste, motherfucker.

Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed through a slow vibration, we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, life is only a dream and we are the imaginations of ourselves. Here's Tom with the weather. - bill hicks. 1962-1994. say hi to beelzebozo for me bill. namaste, motherfucker.

ok. so i am here in az, 40 miles north of phoenix visiting. i hit the road about 9pm to get my tools for my new job (puters) and to make it to the chickee boogie and take some geritol to the old pharts. i get 80 miles out, buckeye, and stop for gas. realize i left the house keys and have to turn around. drive 80 miles back, get the keys and jump back in the car. as i am getting on the frontage road there is a minivan blocking my way going about 15 mph. whatdafuck? so i pass and find myself behind a dude who can't decide whether he wants to drive on the wrong side of the road or on the dirt the other side of the other side of the road. hmmmmmmm through the dust i see big time sparks as dude flies over the cattletrap at the entrance. curiouser and curiouser. quarter mile after we enter the freeway i decide to pass this freak and as i pull up he swerves and nearly runs me off the fast lane. what do i see? the car is missing the entire quarter panel on driverside, the door is completely smashed and he is driving like a bat out of hell on the bare rim, leaving an inch deep gouge in the roadway. so i slow up and let him get in front and decide to throw the flashers on and follow. dude is travelling between 30mph and 80mph swerving both lanes on a bare rim. bad news. looks like he is running from something to somewhere. a big rig pulls up next to me wondering what i am doing in fast lane doing 35 with my hazards on so i gesture 'get on the radio and be careful, this guy is dangerous'. takes him a few seconds then gets it. blows his horn and blinks his runners at me and we proceed to hang back, matching speeds with this joker and blocking both lanes to keep traffic back. this goes on for about 40 miles at speeds from 30 to 80. dude is all over the road throwing more sparks. an SUV is really pissed and trying to squeeze in to pass so i roll down my window and holler to call DPS we got a problem ahead. he looks at me like im crazy but then dude swerves across both lanes out of control and mr SUV gets the point and backs off. (i dont have cell phone) somewhere between here and there dude's rim disintegrates and litters the road with shrapnel. i hear a thump but everything seems to be ok. we keep trailing dude and it is getting worse. he is now running at 70 on the brake rotor. the swerves are now quick and irratic, no way i am letting anyone pass and get near this guy. welp, we are able to control the sitchuation all the way down to where the freeway (17) opens up to 3+ lanes just north of the 101. and then it happens. i hear the slapping then the banging. my rear tire has disintegrated. so i pull over and slap the donut spare on knowing that dude is quasi long gone and liable to kill someone with that car. my plan is to exit and call dps. whatever he hit is 40 miles north and needing resolution and whatever he is going to plow into isnt gong to see it coming. then i see the gouge in the freeway. is now a single rut , deep and getting wider. dude is grinding away his axle now and still going. i follow it off at cactus to the chevron and DPS has the car surrounded. apparently somebody caught the action just as i lost dude and got off the freeway to call DPS. while he is on the phone with the popo this freak grinds his way into the same chevron. how convenient. boy were they suprised when i told em my side of the story. i dont usually get in peoples shit, but this guy was dangerous and needs to be locked up. did the right thing and got another flat tire for my efforts. the worst part is that the cops sed dude is only going to get a DUI as they have no reports of anything being smashed up north. 4 full beers and 8 empties in the floorboard. sum sheeple need to be culled from the herd IMHO, if only temporarily. so i have to turn around and go back AGAIN, cuz i am now on a donut spare and have to wait for the sun to get a new tire. sorry wendy, no can taxi you 2morrow morning. (this morning?) see you guys saturday night. i hope the ladies in elsinore will survive that long without me. just had to share. namaste, motherfucker.

you gotta reach out and take what you want, love. the only thing any1 is going to give you around here is s h i t. namaste, motherfucker.

i'll pick you up. im leaving az tonight. namaste, motherfucker.

But this I just don't get...I always feel better after a reserve ride. I'd chop it for any GOOD reason...like "the DZO's not looking". hmmm. what did you not get? namaste, motherfucker.

dedicated to those who continue to call me a dead man walking. recognizing and pushing your own envelope is an entirely subjective learning experience and does not necessarily imply ignorance or carelessness. namaste, motherfucker.