I believe the following boy nicknames are not inspirational at all:
These nicknames are not inspirational. I really can’t stress how strongly I feel about this. Not just because these were my nicknames, but because they still are!
Please leave me alone, dad. I’m changing my cell phone number.
My mom used to alway take us to the beach. It was my favorite beach. Sand, shells, rocks, lots of dead fish and pretty views. My friend used to go on and on about how the Oil Rigs and Tanker Ships ruined things. It was hard to take him seriously with that big glob of black tar on his head…
Randy Elrod was not there. But he is at the Watercooler every Wednesday.
Naked Twister is kinda like a black hole in space.
Once you enter that realm there’s no going back to “regular” Twister.
This is just a guess.
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Click here for Twister Rules (PDF)
Beware! The Polka Music on the player below is highly addictive. My struggle with Polka Music has been documented on this blog… Please listen at your own risk:
Click to hear the evils of Polka music. You will be taken to Playlist.com.
I’m trying to get the patent for a new type of motorcycle. This one is fully enclosed and has 2 doors for easy access into the motorcycle. You don’t have to straddle the seat in this motorcycle. The seat I designed is one you just sit back on like a chair. The handle bars are replaced with a round steering wheel and I’ve doubled the number of tires. I’m toying around with a 4 door model that has a back seat too!
Oh yea, I almost forgot… a gun pops out the top.
My indoor campground will have all the amenities of camping without the bother of being outside. It will be a large building, but instead of campers inside we will have rooms. The rooms will be small and comfortable. Most rooms will have 2 double beds. Some will have 1 queen or king bed. Each room will have it’s own bathroom stocked with towels. There will also be a TV and a staff of “camp maids” none of which will speak English.
I know this idea is probably ahead of it’s time, but we have to dream big… don’t we?
Simplicity is a wonderful gift. I love is to just sit in the back yard on a cool, clear day… my dog asleep by my side… slowly digesting the pages of a favorite author… every so often glancing up to watch the large crew of foreign men working on the construction of my 5,000 square foot lake home.
Oh, how we all long for simplicity.
If I replied to all the email in my inbox I’d have an [rhymes with election] for 6 months. I’m just being honest and transparent. My relatives in Nigeria expect no less.
I felt completely alone even though I was in a crowd. Not a big crowd or even a medium sized crowd but a smallish crowd. Even so, I felt alone. All alone. Then I looked up and everyone was looking at me. “Stop staring!” I screamed. Again I burst out, “To hell with you all and stop staring!” I don’t think I’ll ever be ask back to career day at my son’s elementary school.
At first it was wine. Then wine coolers. Then Lemonade (the hard kind). Then Wild Turkey straight and neat. That was the first and last day I tried wine. And a big “sorry” to the kind folks at the Cracker Barrel on I-4 near Lakeland.
