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Make that more insane.

Bwhahahahahahahahaha And as the fat bastards blew through 170 kgs they did not get the message. At 200 Kgs all is well, have some more fried chicken. At 220kgs ...Heart attack...ow that hurt...lets sue. Hee hee Americans are weird

Yup. Wearing suspenders a pushup bra and in need of a shave. I was going to say 'cute' but I will settle for 'interesting'

Oooops soooorreeeee

Warming himself up for the sheep I suppose.

Don't leave you mind in the gutter for too long Clay. It is going to get wet and shrink.......or has that already happend

Nah...it's called 'going unstable'

42 Points hey. I turned 42 points on a 1 way once.

I'm in. I just have to figure out how I am going to skydive with my suit, bowler hat and umbrella.

December 1998. Static line jump at Skydive Citrusdal. Been doing it ever since

Hearty congratulations to Mr and Mrs Nacmac. Enjoy the lack of sleep, maybe you will get some work done.

Within my soul, within my mind, There lies a place I cannot find Home of my heart. Land of my birth. Smoke-coloured stone and flame-coloured earth. Electric skies. Shivering heat. Blood-red clay beneath my feet. At night when finally alone, I close my eyes - and I am home. I kneel and touch the blood-warm sand And feel the pulse beneath my hand Of an ancient life too old to name, In an ancient land too wild to tame. How can I show you what I feel? How can I make this essence real? I search for words in dumb frustration To try and form some explanation, But how can heart and soul be caught In one-dimensional written thought? If love and longing are a "fire" And man "consumed" by his desire, Then this love is no simple flame That mortal thought can hold or tame. As deep within the earth's own core The love of home burns evermore. But what is home? I hear them say, This never was yours anyway. You have no birthright to this place, Descendant from another race. An immigrant? A pioneer? You are no longer welcome here. Whoever said that love made sense? "I love" is an "imperfect" tense. To love in vain has been man's fate From history to present date. I have no grounds for dispensation, I know I have no home or nation. For just one moment in the night I am complete, my soul takes flight. For just one moment....then it's gone and I am once again undone. Never complete. Never whole. White Skin and an African soul. Unknown

Sluts!!!

Thanks mate

This is Africa.........Blue skies all year round and every day is a skydiving day

Nah. He is probably whoring himself out. LaLa. If he bends over for you on the first night back just remind him that he is home with his sweetie now and that is not necessary anymore.

Hey Remi......stop that.....it will make you go blind

Nope Remi is a Canuk......Moose porn gets his juices flowing.

ROFLMAO.

Bwhahahahahahaha

O.M.G. he wears your PYJAMAS???? I am busy freaking out over here

So LaLa tell us. When Skreamer whispers sweet nothings in your ear is it in English, Afrikaans, Pigalese, Sheepish, Cowtonese.... what what??

What is the difference between an engineer and a technician. An engineer washes his hands after going to the toilet. A technician washes his hand before going to the toilet.

Geeze, for a farm boy our Skreamer certainly pulls a lot of chicks.

Arrrrrr. Poor baby.