ClaytonBigsby
Well-Known Member
You want me to discuss the disappearance of four rental midgets during an ongoing investigation, in which I am a suspect? Tough crowd.
What about loving father and devoted husband? I also do those two things in life. Tough crowd is right!
simplicity is always best... anyone can be a loving father and devoted husband... how many of those can say they've thrown a hooker in a dumpster?What about loving father and devoted husband? I also do those two things in life. Tough crowd is right!
Touché!.....simplicity is always best... anyone can be a loving father and devoted husband... how many of those can say they've thrown a hooker in a dumpster?
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redneck - duck tape it.We need to create a TV show. Redneck inventions Vs Ghetto Inventions. Create a cob job rivalry, cross market it and also use polarizing subjects and bring them together. Think wife swap but with a confederate flag truck drivin stereo type and a project living inner city person.
Best cob job wins some sort of prize and in the vein of bringing people together everyone has dinner together at the end.
redneck - duck tape it.
Now one and all may take pause; basking in the knowledge that Clayton walks among us. Yea, verily verily we are truly blessed!
cool story bro. needs more turtles...Think this counts as redneck rather than ghetto.
I was working for the forestry commission collecting acorns from the woodland floor, paid by the kilo. I consider this effectively bounty hunting. :/
Primark tracksuit under waterproofs, may as well be dry and comfy, right?
I came to the realisation that I was hanging for a shit. I mean hanging. Too far from the land rover to retrieve shit rag and army surplus folding shovel, I blundered away from the path through the brambles looking for a suitable spot to evacuate.
When the strain of not soiling myself became unbearable, I vacated my bowel onto the humus of the beautiful woodland.
No bum rag. What would ray mears do? Probably forage for some leaves with a natural healing property. Not I. I took the rambo approach. 4'' lock knife to the trouser leg, just below the knee. Ample wipage.
I cut the same from the spare leg (my left as I recall) and put it on my head as a kind of hairband/bandanna atrangement. Fucking dreads had been snagging in brambles and brances all day anyway.
I returned to my bounty hunting empty, restyled and pleased with the way things had turned out.
I still wear the trousers, but the bandanna got wiped later that week.
Oh, I put a log on my deposit, I ain't a fuckin' animal.
I like to eat Redi whip right out of the can. Just tip the can, push the knob and enjoy the sweet creamy goodness.