Favorite Song Evar
“I like to go swimmin’…with bow-legged women…and swim between their legs!”
Very nice. That would make a great metal song. I should send the lyrics to Slayer.
kb9udr
“I like to go swimmin’…with bow-legged women…and swim between their legs!”
Very nice. That would make a great metal song. I should send the lyrics to Slayer.
kb9udr
If there is such a thing as an Emo Hippy, then I am of that race. I probably AM that race. When I die, it will be worse than a holocaust. An entire race of Emo Hippies will die. A race of ONE.
My last post, is complete and utter horseshit.  I apologize from the bottom of my colon if you ACTUALLY read it. I am sorry for trying to push my Emo Hippy religion on you. I am sorry for being an Emo Hippy.
I am prepared for the racial slurs, and other bigotry.
kb9udr
I got my new spiffy phone/PDA/MP3 player/camera.
My computer is broken. I cannot afford to fix it.
Why is it that only the incredibly wealthy can have everything they want? Answer: Money CAN buy happiness. The only way I would be happy as a dirt poor person would be if I could live up in the north woods and fish all day everyday. I have a plan. I will sell everything that I do not need for fishing or surviving, including my house. I can get more than enough money for my current home, and purchase a decent abode in the northwoods for probably half the price. I don’t need land, which is the big money “up nort”. I only need somewhere to park my boat and truck, and eat/sleep/get out of the rain. I would barely require electricity. I could work odd jobs during the winter months, and save up enough money to get me through the fishing months. I would eat the fish I catch. I would grow vegetables in a garden. I would have enough money left over from selling all my possessions to finance my fishing. My wife would home school the kids. The kids would clean the fish.
This is the best plan I have ever had. I think the stress of fishing everyday, will be far better than the stress I live with in this suburban life I am leading…or following. I am just doing what is expected of me, not what I want to do. Maybe I thought I wanted this several years ago, but now that I am older/wiser/whatever I see that I only wanted the career and money and house and stuff because everyone else had it. It was the thing to do. For some reason, it is SO COOL to be in debt up to your ears. I’d rather be in fish up to my ears.
I just want to enjoy life.
kb9udr <— Remorseful