The_Active_Conundrum wrote:organs and filler and junk.
What's wrong with yall, organ meats are the best...
Also Sonoran Dawgs Rulezzz...
Hell yeah. I know hot dogs are made from lips and arseholes but I still love them. Same with dim sims. I love them too even though they are probably made out of some Chinese dude who wouldn't pay his gambling debts.
Shit--I over-teased that story--Yank isn't actually in the story, just some dudes who name-dropped him. Still, that's something, right? How many times in anyone's life do they experience a multi-party Yank Rachell name-drop just for them? Dandolin: die-happy-ready since '96....
"In a moment of unparalleled genius, Noel Parachute headed off this potential disaster by unplugging the microphone."
I knocked down Owen Wilson on a Valentines Day. He was short and stoned kickin' in front of a car with two dudes smokin' doobies or something on Aboot Kinney in Venice Beach. I didn't see him and he ran into me and fell into a window. My wife was like "hey, that's owen wilson". There! Now tell the story! haha, or the Donkey one.
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OK--I'll tell the Yank Rachell one later. Donkey ain't no story, he's real and his name is Woodrow Wilson, and tonight when I feed him he'll probably bite me in the ass or filch my keys from my belt loop or upend the water bin while I'm fillin' it b/c he wants to be fed naow dammit. But none of those hurt as bad or crack me up as bad as the time he headbutted me because I was fixin' the fence wire instead of spreadin' the hay bale I left in his sight.
And I gotta go so I can do that. And look for a git box in the Springhouse attic for yer gitaar.
"In a moment of unparalleled genius, Noel Parachute headed off this potential disaster by unplugging the microphone."
Dandolin wrote:OK--I'll tell the Yank Rachell one later. Donkey ain't no story, he's real and his name is Woodrow Wilson, and tonight when I feed him he'll probably bite me in the ass or filch my keys from my belt loop or upend the water bin while I'm fillin' it b/c he wants to be fed naow dammit. But none of those hurt as bad or crack me up as bad as the time he headbutted me because I was fixin' the fence wire instead of spreadin' the hay bale I left in his sight.
And I gotta go so I can do that. And look for a git box in the Springhouse attic for yer gitaar.
Woodrow Wilson. I don't know whether he's more pissed that the big guy pushed him off his feed, or that they're blasting Livin' On a Prayer @ the local ballfield again....
The Big Guy aka Gaston:
"In a moment of unparalleled genius, Noel Parachute headed off this potential disaster by unplugging the microphone."
Dandolin, that seems like an awesome place man. Wouldn't mind trading in my LA life for all that good farm life. Pretty awesome. Woodow Wilson is such an awesome name too. Those pictures remind me how not-green southern California is year round.
My dog gets all nutty when my wife blasts "Tainted Love".
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