Go for the hat trick, start a third Biker bar thread.
JK
strange goings on at a biker bar (a true memoir).
you’re going to disagree with me, but when you do, you’ll be wrong.
i was raised to be a sissy.
Go for the hat trick, start a third Biker bar thread.
JK
a woman whom i knew as a teenager stayed over at another witness family's home.
the brother who was the father was caught peeking at her while she was taking a shower.
she told the elders, a jc was held, the brother was repentant and had loss of privileges for a year.
What the fuck is "rependent"
It is only a word in "The Donald's" universe, or The Rebel's.! Bullit-point my ass! "The Rebel" is a shithead! Suck my ass and fart smiling.
Bye.
JK
a woman whom i knew as a teenager stayed over at another witness family's home.
the brother who was the father was caught peeking at her while she was taking a shower.
she told the elders, a jc was held, the brother was repentant and had loss of privileges for a year.
stillin,
It depends. Were you hurt by the JW's? Maybe so. Eat my shorts!. Do not fucking try to figure out a sum for someone else! You are neither capable nor smart enough to calculate the damages.
Eat my shorts. I think I may have said that already.
Eat my shorts.
JK
one of my interests is music and i play an acoustic guitar.. i wrote a poem about my guitar and thought i'd share it with you.
my poem doesn't match up to some of compound complex's work however, i'd really appreciate any feedback you can give.. my guitar my friend.
reaching for my old companion.
My one past guitar that I most regret giving up:
A Rickenbacker 12-string solid body. It was long ago.
That I would start a gofundme site for!
Alas, Ayn Rand is not in favor of this, in fact she is a self-absorbed cunt! I guess Atlas Shrugged.
JK
one of my interests is music and i play an acoustic guitar.. i wrote a poem about my guitar and thought i'd share it with you.
my poem doesn't match up to some of compound complex's work however, i'd really appreciate any feedback you can give.. my guitar my friend.
reaching for my old companion.
Maybe we can get a gofundme site started to fix the guitar. Nah, that is only good for a bicycle shakedown.
I am cool. I will do it myself, even though I never left the guitar unlocked.
JK
one of my interests is music and i play an acoustic guitar.. i wrote a poem about my guitar and thought i'd share it with you.
my poem doesn't match up to some of compound complex's work however, i'd really appreciate any feedback you can give.. my guitar my friend.
reaching for my old companion.
The Ibanez's nickname is Blondie, for obvious reasons.
JK
one of my interests is music and i play an acoustic guitar.. i wrote a poem about my guitar and thought i'd share it with you.
my poem doesn't match up to some of compound complex's work however, i'd really appreciate any feedback you can give.. my guitar my friend.
reaching for my old companion.
Me and the Ibanez in better times:
JK
one of my interests is music and i play an acoustic guitar.. i wrote a poem about my guitar and thought i'd share it with you.
my poem doesn't match up to some of compound complex's work however, i'd really appreciate any feedback you can give.. my guitar my friend.
reaching for my old companion.
Tallon,
Had a good time playing the resonator today, thank you for reminding me to pick it up! I hope you are having fun with yours too.
JK
one of my interests is music and i play an acoustic guitar.. i wrote a poem about my guitar and thought i'd share it with you.
my poem doesn't match up to some of compound complex's work however, i'd really appreciate any feedback you can give.. my guitar my friend.
reaching for my old companion.
A half-assed musician here. I think your lyrics are great. Keep on plugging away!
I love my guitars too. I have a couple of Deans and an Ibanez acoustic that needs some luthier work. I miss playing the old dreadnought. I should take it to the shop soon.
For now it is between the resonator and solid body.
I think I will play some now.
JK
a few years ago while traveling in the northeast, my wife and i stopped in new haven, connecticut, at a b&b we'd reserved for the night.
no sooner had we unpacked and moved into the living room for tea and treats, our hosts began to talk about religion, and we learned they were jehovah's witnesses.
i didn't mind so much, but my wife was outraged that our hosts would use their place of business as a launching point to do missionary work.
I would have told them I wasn't interested. If they continued I would tell them to fuck themselves.
JK