scoobdog

I hate taping. I have all the tools for it (including a flatbed) and I still can do it worth a shit.

Those thing don't do shit at 95.

Me neither, but just on context I feel like this weekend might end up breaking somebody.

I don't think "Ralph Wenz Field" can handle widebody airliners. Hell, it doesn't look like it can handle twin engine props. The only way you're making it to New York is if a tornado tears through town, sucks your lifeless body into the jetstream and miraculous deposits you on Broadway a few days later.

Fuggs, you gonna die if you drive like that.

If you're lucky, the speed boat capsizes the first time you hit Fremont Lake. Then at least you won't die of boredom.

Next time Sawdy jokes about you swinging from the trees, it will because your torso with one of your legs will be draped over a branch half a block from the impact. Seriously, no one is a good driver at 95 MPH, they're just lucky or really really unlucky.

It's not a fucking joke. Driving that fast is extremely dangerous, and you being black would make it a death sentence even if you survived the wreck.

She may not even have 1 or 2 pieces.

Maybe she just doesn't like all the fucking grease in the food you're offering her.

Jesus Christ. That's fucking street racing speed.

The decor is crucial to the proper enjoyment of the fried chicken....

The wood panelling kills it for me.

In the middle of nowhere? You're a fucking idiot.

I like my women like I like my coffee... With lots of milk....

When in a conversation, ask questions about what others are talking about. Also ask about an item of clothing or general questions about the place you're in.

No one innately has the ability to make small talk. As long as you can interact with other people without them going "What did he say?", you can learn to small talk.

Try harder.

And when you wake up, there's literally nothing to do besides wander around the surrounding hills and wait for a coyote to eat you.

That's just it. The waist stays the same, but it still fills in other places and makes the fit kind of off. At any rate, it affects how some pants fit even thought they're find around the waist.

Not the same thing, dude.

Pinedale WY; the place where old white janitor go to disappear forever. Seriously, that place is so far from anywhere you could die in your hovel and no one would ever know.

Probably an age thing. I've had the same basic pant size for 20 years, but that doesnt' mean I'm not fatter now than I was then.

The lender doesn't give a shit as long as the money is coming in. And, of course, I could by land in the middle of nowhere for whatever change is in my pocket. Doesn't mean its any place where I can actually live.