(I mean, "why guys are WAY cooler than chicks." Dyslexics of the world Untie!)
"You okay, man?"
The feigned concern for bodily damage is so cute!
(I mean, "why guys are WAY cooler than chicks." Dyslexics of the world Untie!)
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Sweeeeet!!! I'd do it in a heartbeat!
Of course, that one rash heartbeat would probably deprive me of a lifetime of future heartbeats, but it's a chance you gotta take in life at least once.
[I'd also probably be the dooshbag who missed the pool.]
I'd drink an alcoholic bev and watch Erica do it.
It's scarier than the Schlitterbahn in New Braunfels, Tx. That's for sure!
I've not been to Helen, you think we can set a slide up on the river bank? The Jolly Roger is pretty handy with building crap.
I'd have a big mug of jumpstart and push Erice off on it..
It must be a guy thing - watching that first kid take a footer down the slide and hit the kiddie pool, I let out an inadvertent,"Whoo!"
What I wouldn't give to be about 20 years younger... and all the adjunct insouciance that comes with it.
Damn, if "adjunct insouciance" wouldn't be a GREAT name for a blog!
Since you like it, I wanna take credit. But Bogger won't let me sign in from Japan. -Kamikun
Ah! Hello, Kamikun, and welcome!
I already yoinked the name. I have need of it. Mwuahaahha!
That is the coolest thing, the engineering, the planning, ingenious!
Fugeddaboudit, Hairboy....a few bevies, some jumpstart, and you, me and Guy are going down together. Although, given our combined "huggableness," we might need to move the pool a tad closer to the bottom of the slide. What a thud we'll make!
That's just so cool... and I'd do it. But there'd have to be a bigger pool at the bottom... ROFL!
That's what I call art. It's beautiful!
Yes, it does have a lovely curve to it, doesn't it?
:O)
Lessee...using the Chattahoochee River as the landing zone, I predict Denny is gonna have a whole lotta company in that wheelchair of his.
Shallow + Rocks = Spinal Cord Damage.
Plus, if a bunch of drunken blodgers build that ramp, it'll be as kinky as Harvey Fierstein's small intestine.
And I thought I was cool riding my Schwinn down one side of my parents roof and up the other to jump into the pool...
(Note to self: Clear history, my kids must NOT see this)
(Or that...)
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