I love how interesting my friends are. They are truly a blessind and much need encouragement to me all the time. The following transcript is such an encouragement:
me: right..you have nothing to proove. i'll beleive that when i see it
clint: the only thing i lost out on was my pride
me: 'you can live off what people throw away!'
clint: yeah, well thats already been proven
and still is. dude i found a dead deer on the road. and went back at dark to harvest it, and somebody already took it!!!
freshly dead.
me: yeah they are called animal control
I love my friends.
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Try to ignore this little man...
- nic lazz
- If rock n' roll graves in the south spit up into California an ex post modern rat of a teenager turned into a flaming Calvinist who realized that he was born about 4 centuries too late. He has volcano like desires to enjoy NASCAR and the Tour de France but is constantly hidered by the special blend of tubuculousis called Californication. Its just hard to break into the white trash culture if your not bonded by blood already. Nic works the trades, learning to weld currently, because there is nothing in his opinion quite like getting paid to play with fire and be greasy, bloody, and sweaty. He has tattoos of reformation symbols. Doctrine that like a rock stands the text over time. There is a vehement concern about biblical truth like Luther hated the pope that sums it up a little. A fire so deep that its hard to express, like being burned, how do you explain it unless you have felt it. If Luther listened to the clash and the sex pistols in his youth, we would have been friends for sure. Greatest desire would be to 'fly out of the pupit' like Knox that crazy Scottsman.
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