- Sat Mar 10, 2007 9:00 pm
#2666
Yah, I can read the part where it tells a member's age. Can't write too well, but I can read. Why? Is there something I wrote that was age inappropriate for minors? I figure you guys seem well enough adjusted to treat like the next people on the planet, and not just like little kids, while trying not to forget that you nevertheless are. But you know, whatever you please, I guess. That's a nice sense of humor you have there, BTW. Thanks very much, indeed for the compliment.
I am the uh... s***bag maroon, here, right? I mean that was meant for me, no? Anyway that was merely a brief excerpt from the email I mentioned, and not meant for any one member's benefit, really, depsite my mentioning your place of residence, DPLKickASS. I thought it was funny. Maybe not.
Or is it that you aren't planning to ever get married, or drunk? Maybe you don't intend to ever grow up. Heck, I don't know. Sorry. You lost me, bud. I hope you don't mind if I don't lose any sleep over it, though, because I am already busy doing that tonight.
Speaking of MCM2 (Motocross Madness 2). I like the desert maps in that game. The hum of electric current that you hear when you ride near the high-tension power lines reminds me of riding dirt bikes in the desert back when I was a kid.
There is this big canal that goes from Lake Havasu, Arizona down to the Tuscon, AZ area. It’s like two stories deep and 80 ft (about 25m) across. When I was a kid living in Phoenix, AZ, the canal was still empty, and it ran right through the area where we most frequently went to ride motorbikes and shoot firearms. ‘We’ would be my brothers and I (or however that’s written). And my old man, who rode, too.
One of my brothers, also a kid then, but really strong—not all huge like Hercules, but more like chimpanzee strong, you know like fairly normal-built but five times as powerful as a like-sized human or whatever—well, this one afternoon he came up to the bridge where we were hanging out that covered the empty canal. We were riding up and down the wall and stuff. He was carrying this traffic sign, the kind with a corrugated post and a cement clump at the base. So he—remember he’s really strong—he lifts the sign over the rail of the bridge, and holds it there for a bit, steadying it just right to aim. Then he drops it. Down below in the bottom of the canal is the bloated carcass of a mongrel dog roasting in the 110F heat (like about 40C). Direct hit, man. The dog pops like a McDonalds ketchup packet when you stomp on it. That was sick. Laughed my self silly, though.