I know my craziest story will not compare to either Echeverria's or Egide's So I won't even try. That is unless somebody can beat the craziness of those two...
So this one time I jump ships in Hong Cong and I make my way over to Tibet and I get on as a looper, you know a caddy. So I get on as a pro jock and who do they pare me with? The dali lama himself. Bald head, long rodes, striking. So we tee off and he slices one into the basis of this 100 ft glacier. And you know what he says. Unga du gunga. So we finish 18 and he is going to stiff me. So I say, hey Lama! How about something, you know for the effort. And he looks at me and says. On your death bed you shall recieve total conciness. So I got that going for me. Which is nice.
i know what youre all thinking so ill say it for you....
I am a little dissapointed that nobody said any crazy story...I was really looking forward to what you guys had to say. anyway here's my crazy story..it might not be a great one compared to everyone eles but....
I was in eighth grade on our class trip to Yosemite. One day after lunch... the whole class was coming out of the cafeteria and I thought I saw one of my teachers... so I went behind "her" and tugged on her jacket and yelled really loud "hey i know you!" The person slowly turns around and it wasnt my teacher. but it wasnt just an average person...it was a MONK! A brown robe wearning monk! and he was also wearning an addias jacket over his robe, so thats what threw me off. It couldnt have been an average person..nooo it had to be a monk! That kind of thing would only happen to me.
After that my whole class called me the monk tugger. A teacher that wasnt even on the trip said, "i heard you robbed a monk!!"
anyway thats my only story i can think right now.... out of my many adventures.
Getting rid of leftovers...it makes me think of used soap...the little piece that's left over...after a big hairy guy has used it...I'm going to stab my eyes out with a spork now.
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I know my craziest story will not compare to either Echeverria's or Egide's So I won't even try. That is unless somebody can beat the craziness of those two...
So this one time I jump ships in Hong Cong and I make my way over to Tibet and I get on as a looper, you know a caddy. So I get on as a pro jock and who do they pare me with? The dali lama himself. Bald head, long rodes, striking. So we tee off and he slices one into the basis of this 100 ft glacier. And you know what he says. Unga du gunga. So we finish 18 and he is going to stiff me. So I say, hey Lama! How about something, you know for the effort. And he looks at me and says. On your death bed you shall recieve total conciness. So I got that going for me. Which is nice.
i know what youre all thinking so ill say it for you....
bullshit
thought john would like this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bcKFwqjU9NY&mode=related&search=
i have no crazy stories other than knowing sean echeveria
I seriously think I've run out of stories, regardless of craziness.
They're easier to create with alcohol to, damnit.
Oh yeah, bullshit Echeverria.
I am a little dissapointed that nobody said any crazy story...I was really looking forward to what you guys had to say. anyway here's my crazy story..it might not be a great one compared to everyone eles but....
I was in eighth grade on our class trip to Yosemite. One day after lunch... the whole class was coming out of the cafeteria and I thought I saw one of my teachers... so I went behind "her" and tugged on her jacket and yelled really loud "hey i know you!" The person slowly turns around and it wasnt my teacher. but it wasnt just an average person...it was a MONK! A brown robe wearning monk! and he was also wearning an addias jacket over his robe, so thats what threw me off. It couldnt have been an average person..nooo it had to be a monk! That kind of thing would only happen to me.
After that my whole class called me the monk tugger. A teacher that wasnt even on the trip said, "i heard you robbed a monk!!"
anyway thats my only story i can think right now.... out of my many adventures.
was it the dali lama?
ive been watching lost non stop, theres a story for you.
step up season 2
harrison, everybody knows you arent doing a damn thing, new question son.
yeah son
I got a question for ya.
Who wants soap, because I'm bringing it. Hell I'm bringing all of it, about nine boxes worth.
And who else is ready for this goddamned break to end?
Why do you have so much soap?...what kind of soap?...soap.
We make the soap where I work, and I try to help out my dad by getting rid of all the leftovers.
Getting rid of leftovers...it makes me think of used soap...the little piece that's left over...after a big hairy guy has used it...I'm going to stab my eyes out with a spork now.
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