I mean come on...when was the last time you barrel rolled down a hill? Side question...if a mouse had to die in an orifice of your body, which and why? And yeah, that's a straight up Russian wardrobe fresh out of Ukraine. Good times, thanks for the ride.
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Also, skater heads up...
The arch ground pond is completely drained and the concrete bottom (who knew? I figured it'd be a rocky muddy mess) is smooth and accessible with very few eyes around at night.
Huh.
Well, in the butt, of course. If it's gotta be somewheres, it may as well be someplace fun where I can't taste it.
I am digging the sailor threads. I want that tank top BADLY.
Agree on the butt...I figure its already the dirtiest and yes, taste is definitely a factor that Ms. J isn't grasping. Ear maybe, but then you run risk of f'ing with your balance and its still close to your mouth.
Mr. P is headed back to Ukraine in January...if you ask real nice, I bet you could get him to mail you one.
Duuuuuude. Ears are NOT with which to be fucked. My rotten brother shot me in the side of the face with a serious water gun (admittedly I drunkenly waited it out) and I got the worst pain I've ever experienced 2 days later with my big time infection. The kind where you can't bend over because the change in elevation/pressure causes you to scream in pain. Like an ice pick in the head.
The ear is OFF LIMITS.
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