hey mag whats the story?

the story is i just had a ton of laughs with some friends, wrote and sang a little song to our gorgeous waitress who loved it, lost the pocket clip to m new mp3 player, and am going riding with an old lifting buddy in the morning.

sounds like a good time!

did you get her #? <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

hah, my friends said i was in but i wouldn't have called her anyway so i just let it go.

she was already gushing and saying she'd keep that napkin forever (where i wrote the lyrics). my challenge was met.

well at least you planted a seed. and made a girls day!

when i sing i sound like a cat being tortured <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

i don't really identify as a singer. i've got pretty rock n roll vocals, some people love it and others tell me i shouldn't sing.

time for bed. night.

night mag

There arose today a need to cut something on a work site. I offered my EDC Fallkniven, but the person said they didn't want to use it because it was "Daniel Boone Sh*" and they'd take their arm off with it. Wonder what would they would say if I offered the DFCG. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" />

Some ppl are afraid of everything.

hey i cant dance or sing. Tragicly hip with a new hip. but on the bright side I have upgrades. how many people can say they have titanium and cobalt chrome in them. maybe one day if i keep this up ill be an cyborg. lol

Waki.