From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole
scene had an eerie surreal quality, like when you're
on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on
at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.
Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers
raced across the grassy field toward each other like
two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m.
traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m.
Wiley Miller: "Well skiing is kinda like partying, you swerve to and fro, hit shit, and sometimes you fall. You can be hurting the next day and say iíll never do that again, yet a few days later your back at the same stupid antics you were doing."
Same exact thing happened to me once when I tried to put two gallon containers of milk into the fridge at the same time. Projectile vomit everywhere the minute I lifted them off the counter...- El.Gato
Karma is like a penis, if you dont use it it'll fall off.
now what would happen if you tried it on skis on the park?
spraypaint "SLUT" on her garage door and then piss in her bed while she sleeps. chicks love that shit.
"i dont spin. i just go straight off the feature and then let the wind blow me how it wants to."- NativeClothing