I was going to take a few minutes and come back to re-read that. I thought my eyes were ed up....that was too easy.
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I was going to take a few minutes and come back to re-read that. I thought my eyes were ed up....that was too easy.
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I love you guys too.......the closest we got to swapping spit was sharing a reefer.
I was actually going deep down memory lane and forgot that the rest of y'all have as filthy a mind as I do...![]()
They oughta make a movie about that...
Fullsnake Wellshaft
I took a "friend" with me my senior year in high school and showed him my "secret" place...and made him promise not to mess with the snakes...he apparently couldn't stand it...he snuck back and shot down into the shaft and killed a couple of them...I was furious...we basically broke up our "friendship" over it...
looking back that DID sound kind of suggestive......the quotes didn't help but it is just a state of mind...I finally figured out that 99.9% of high school "friends" were really aquaintances and if you are really lucky enough to get through life with 5 real friends you are truly blessed.
Here is the poster shoog was talking about
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So showing the dude a snake in your "pit" was your way of testing his fidelity?
When does this story end with you humping a MILF?
I have a bunch of rattlesnake stories from hanging out in south Texas...just not sure you guys would believe them.
Don't go there Matt. Lose the hate.
OK...what was thefor?
What hate? I'm all about love. Well, not the 'out in the pasture with some dude and your snake pit' kind of love but I digress.
You should really get out of Austin Matt if your fantasys are going there.
hehehe. Well there IS something deeply primal on the fear side when confronted by a big rattler. Those things are definitely a physical manifestation of evil...not only scary ugly but they stink like a sonofa .
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