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Subject: I can’t wait until February, it’s national “Kick a Yankee’s Ass Month”. Get ready boy-o cause I’m a gona beat you like a red headed stepchild!


Author:
Mitchell
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Date Posted: Friday, December 27 2002, 4:34:39 GMT ( - 8 )
In reply to: Lance 's message, "HAAAAAHAHAA Just call me Pinky Jr. Anything others can say in 5 words or less I can say in 2000. So deal with it, Opie. If you need help with the "big" words, i.e. more than 3 letters, don't be afraid to just ask someone! After all January IS national "teach a redneck to read" month. HAHAAHAHA!" on Thursday, December 26 2002, 21:48:35 GMT ( - 8 )


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[> [> [> [> Subject: Promises, promises....talks cheap... HAHA! Hey Billy Bob, don't you threaten ME with a good time! HAHA! Whip me, beat me, make me write bad checks! HAHAHAA!


Author:
Lance
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Date Posted: Friday, December 27 2002, 7:55:51 GMT ( - 8 )



You know when Mitchell takes some lucky guy out for a night on the town, with dinner at the finest restaurant in the whole state, Mitch is such a gentlemen he lets them decide if they want to sit in the spitting or no spitting section.

HAHAHA!!

In fact that's how you can tell whether Mitch has been on a date recently...if there's tobacco juice streaks down BOTH sides of his truck! HAHAHAAHA

Hey Mitch, I heard that waaaaaaaaaay back when you were in high school they couldn't have driver's ed and sex education classes on the same day cuz it would wear out the mule......HAHAHAAAAAAAAAA!! Is that true?? HAHAHAAA!

::grins and bats my eyes::::

HAHA! Made ya grin! You're so sexy when you're mad! HAHHA!!

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[> [> [> [> [> Subject: OMG, your soooo funny! I can just see you in some smokey 2 bit comedy club with a guy on the drums behind you hitting rim shots after those zingers! You know my neck wouldn’t be so red if you’d stop nibbling on it!


Author:
Mitchell
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Date Posted: Friday, December 27 2002, 20:45:44 GMT ( - 8 )

NO! It’s not true! My school couldn’t afford a mule! We had to watch the movie! LOL!

AND! There will be no backer juice down the side of my truck! He’ll spit it in a coke can like a gentleman! When I was in school a lot of my friends dipped that Copenhagen stuff. They kept bugging me and bugging me to try it so, I was going to do it. I got a big pinch was heading up to my mouth with it, got a wiff of it and threw up! LOL! Never even made it to my mouth!

You want to talk about fine restaurants! A few weeks back I told my son to pick anywhere he wanted to eat he said, “McDonald’s.”

“Okay, anywhere ELSE you want to eat.” He wanted to goto KFC and eat off the buffet. Now, I never eaten off the buffet at KFC, they don’t have any food I would consider good enough to want to eat “all I can eat!” LOL! Anyway, the buffet at KFC attracts quite an interesting clientele! I was like DAMN Bubba! Those napkins are free! You don’t have to keep rubbing those mashed taders ye shirt! While your at it see if you can’t do something with all these inbred yungins your letting run around here!

Yep, nothing say class like styrofoam plates, sporks, and 20 different kinds of deep-fried food! LOL!

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[> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: I don't nibble! I bite pretty damn hard. Speaking of me...haha


Author:
Lance
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Date Posted: Saturday, December 28 2002, 10:15:16 GMT ( - 8 )

I think someone (I didn't recognize the screen name) wrote a fantasy about me!!


Maybe I'm wrong - but I found this erotic story - main character looks just like me - lead singer in a band...the other character's name is lance...you do the math! HAHA!

coincidence?? maybe...but with my massive ego I will assume its about me! haha!

So if any gay author wrote a fantasy about me, I just want to say....

THANKS!

Flattery will get you everywhere!

HAHA!

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Well you found me out! I just can’t stop thinking about you! *mumbles* Good god! I wonder how he get’s that big ass head of his through the door!


Author:
Mitchell
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Date Posted: Saturday, December 28 2002, 12:41:28 GMT ( - 8 )


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: HAHAHHAAAAAAA! You're soooo mean! : -P


Author:
Lance
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Date Posted: Sunday, December 29 2002, 10:19:20 GMT ( - 8 )





I don't know WHY you say things like that, Mitchell! I'm so....self depreciating and modest! Seriously! Can I help it if people just naturally worship the water that I walk on? Can I help it if I inspire hot,horny guys to write epic, extremely perverse fantasies about me? Do you honestly think I ENJOY this overwhelming adulation and attention from the unwashed masses?

It's the cross I bear....

Besides, you love me and you know it! I'm just this big overgrown puppy, jumping around all friendly and happy and cuddly and playful as hell! (Chewing up your houseplants, turning over the garbage, and pissing on your shoes! haha) I don't have vain bone in my incredibly hot body! HAHAHAAAAA!

OK - you be the judge - here are some excerpts from the story that have me convinced, its someone who knows me, perhaps worships from afar, writing a sizzling, highly perverse (whooo hooo) fantasy about moi. And I KNOW its NOT written by you, Mitchell cuz this guy is....well........literate!
: P

yuk yuk If you ever carried a torch for someone - you would literally light up a stick with an oil soaked rag and wave it around. HAHA! I kill me!

::Watches Mitchell wish to God Joshua would get back on line and talk to me so he can have some peace and quiet:::

Sorry Mitch, according to his last E-mail, he won't have internet access at his new house for at least another week so you're stuck with me. heh heh. Deal with it!
: P

OK- here's some of the descriptions that have me convinced this guy is writing about me.

"He shrugged, elaborately casual, and turned to look at himself in the mirror. He was talking tough, but there was tension vibrating in every line of his long, lean body"

huh? sound like me?? huh? huh? You damn right it does! And, there's more where that came from mister!

"There was that flash of defiance again, and temper."

You see!! Oh yeah, he knows me alright, I say...defiantly with a flash of temper! There is NO mistaking that this guy knows me and has a bad case of the hots for me.

"Being in a rock band was hard for anyone, especially someone as young as Lance. He had only just turned twenty two, and the temptations and stresses of the life he led were intense."

whoooo hoooo! That's right. It's a dirty job but someone has to do it! Poor little ole me.

You'll love this part....because its soooo true...
"He slowly began unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and baring that gorgeous body. Lance is an artist's wet dream with his dark straight hair and flashing dark eyes framed by incredibly long lashes, smooth tan skin, broad shoulders and sculpted muscles tapering to a lean waist. I smiled a little as his body was revealed. He was still tense, just like he'd been all night during the show, muscles bunched and twisting under his smooth skin. All six feet of him, kneeling before me. It was an incredible sight."


actually I'm 6'3" but what the heck, he nailed the rest of it!! You see! What did I tell you! This is someone having a fantasy about MOI! God love him!

And this proves that he knows me!
"you were incredibly rude not only to the guitarist but to the sound man "

heh heh heh! Me??? Be rude to a guitarist or a sound guy! HAHAHA! I once got into a fist fight with one of my guitarists outside a club after a show and fired his ass after I knocked him flat. (He screwed up during the show and then shoved his girlfriend cuz he was mad. No one hits a girl when I'm around. I knocked him on his ass and fired him - and she broke up with him.)

And sound guys (the incompetent ones - the bastards) threaten to quit their jobs when I show up or at least insist on having a couple bouncers close by for bodily protection! HAHA! Seriously, there are shows where I have thrown down my guitar, leaped off the stage and gone for the soundguy! HAHA! And I have it all on video! heh heh. One time, when I was like 17 or 18, the camera was set up on a tri-pod in the sound booth (we always watch our shows and critique them - figure out changes, what works, what looks good, etc) and I came off the stage after the sound guy and he jumps up from the sound board and yells, "don't you come up here", and I am RIGHT THERE in front of the camera in a heart beat and he yells "Don't you get in my face" and I swear to God I said, "Then back the fuck up!" HAHAHAA AND HE DID! HAHA. And I go over to the board, fix whatever it was that he had fucked up, and go back on stage - and the guy - I swear to God - turns to the camera and flicks it off with both hands! HAHAA! My band laughed so hard over that tape when we saw it the first time. He FLICKS OFF THE CAMERA! (but not me! haha)

But there are a few sound guys who actually know how to do their jobs, who just love me.

There's this one sound guy at a club at this college where I play pretty often - his name is Swampy. Seriously, that's what he says his name is.

He's way overweight with plumber's cleavage when he bends over, practically toothless, middle aged, frizzy long hideous dark hair, he's hairy all over and covered with tattoos. He looks filthy. (kinda like that big hairy guy Hagrid in harry potter) And without a doubt, outside a studio, he's the best damn sound guy I ever met. I love him to death! - so whenever I play there I always give him props and yell things during the show like "I want to have your baby, Swampy!" and I swear to God he will blush! He's married with kids. So one night after closing, my band was sitting at the bar with the club owner and Swampy's there knocking back the free beers. It's real dark and quiet and we're just sitting around talking, our manager and the owner looking at a calendar booking future gigs, and Swampy is so stoned and drunk that he is just out of it. And at one point our manager is telling the owner what a great sound guy he has, and my drummer says, "Yeah, Lance wants to have Swampy's love child. Swampy, I think Lance wants your bod." and Swampy's so stoned he looks at me all blurry eyed and says to me all serious, "You wouldn't like it. I'd just lay there and sweat!" HAHAHA! Everone almost fell off their stools laughing. Ya gotta love the guy!

OK - another quote from this anonymous author:

"Lance is tall, but slim, and I took a moment to admire him. He hadn't filled out yet, still slightly coltish with his long slender legs, tiny hips, and flat belly. His shoulders were wide, but overall he gave the impression of youth and innocence. His face only reinforced it. We'd teased him that his face sold at least half of our records, at least the ones that went to teenaged girls, and it was probably true. It was still a little round and babyish, with a straight, handsome little nose, and his huge eyes and wide, vulnerable mouth made him look sweet. The wicked smirks he gave onstage just contrasted with that and made him even sexier.

You see! it IS about me! HAHAHAAA!! And I AM all innocent and wicked!

But this next statement is what really convinced me that this guy was writing a fantasy about ME.

ME!

ME!

ME!


"I stared at my reflection. My body was slim and boyish, standing tall and proud and easy. The solid silver collar and cuffs gleamed on my wists and throat and my eyes, lined with the black stuff we use on stage, looked huge and really dark and smoldering. "I look...so pretty like this," I said. I'd known I was hot before, a million groupies couldn't be wrong, but this was an entirely different feeling."Most gorgeous thing I've ever seen," he answered. "



You SEE!! YEAH BABY!! whoooo hooo! All modesty aside, there's no mistake, this was written about ME! So whoever you are, anonymous author...THANK YOU! I LOVE IT!

Mitchell,I don't know where all this talk of me having a big head is coming from! HAHA! As a matter of fact I'll have you know that I have groupies and fans who write poems and songs and create fan web sites and my poster graces many a dorm room ceiling. It's a tough job but someone's got to do it.

: P

I just deal with it the best I can! heh heh

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: You want poetry? Lance is fine, Lance is great, Lance makes me want to masturbate. HA!!!! I can’t write a story???? HA! I’ll show you! Look inside for the story I wrote and illustrated about you!


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Mitchell
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Date Posted: Sunday, December 29 2002, 18:05:33 GMT ( - 8 )









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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Oh my sweet lord!


Author:
ris* has a tummy ache from laughin*
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Date Posted: Sunday, December 29 2002, 19:56:10 GMT ( - 8 )

Earl looks more like he knows what the rock star is packin in his pistol.. you bois never hear of condoms??

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Yeah thats me.. I am functionally illiterate tonite


Author:
KRIS!!!!!
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Date Posted: Sunday, December 29 2002, 19:58:14 GMT ( - 8 )

Wanna make sumthin of it?

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: I would respond to that if I understood it! WTF???? Where did you get condoms out of that???


Author:
Mitchell
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Date Posted: Sunday, December 29 2002, 20:01:45 GMT ( - 8 )


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: HAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!! Mitchell!! A poem!! FOR ME!! YAYYYYYY!! You ole sweet talker, you!! HAHAAA!! AND a story! I never knew you were writer of such ::ahem:: "skill" HAHAHAA btw..


Author:
Lance
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Date Posted: Sunday, December 29 2002, 21:20:39 GMT ( - 8 )

THATS NOT BUBBA! I KNOW BUBBA AND THAT AINT HIM! THAT'S
SWAMPY!!
My Man!
YEAH BABY!


Now I KNOW that you're trying reeeally hard and your poetry DID manage to convey a most flattery statement, hahahaaaaaaa

I will print it out and frame it! HAHA!


Now, seriously, if you like love poems... here's a couple of poems written to me (not as eloquent as yours of course!)






Shadows Across My Heart



Rain soaked streets
our footsteps on
a
carpet
of despair

wet and dark
in the hands
of night
haunting me
like
the memory of your
voice

I cry out
to you

smoke and
ashes
never define me
rocking you
to sleep
in the cloak of
a fierce
and lonley
dream

the one
where you
reach out
to me

like a
child,
on thin
ice
an echo of
laughter
inside
the sharpest
blade
of
winter

tears break
soft as tiny
waves
forever
frozen on
your lips
salty and
sweet

I turn
away

the Wind
some
howling maniac
and we fade
like vapor
into the echo
of a
starless
night

You dance
in the shadows
of my
heart.


--------------

And this one is my favorite poem ever because I love the person so much who wrote it. He was in an abusive relationship, very physically abused by his b/f, and he was thinking about killing himself i found out later, and then we met and he wrote this as a gift for me. I treasure it so much, just like I treasure him.







The Key




Caught
in a nightmare
a windstorm
of pain,

alone in a corner,
unfamiliar
and
dark,

my heart aching
as I rise
only to step
ever so carefully
over the wreckage

of my life.


A flicker,
some glimpse
of light
piercing and bold

I reach out.


Glass shatters
fragments glisten
and fall
like ice from
a pine needle,

falling...

falling...


My past,
an old film
on a torn screen
yellow with age,
plays before me.


My hand
touched by light,
warm and safe.

No blood...


Breathless


A boy,
young,
and so small
to be
lost in such
a great
dark
place,

knows
only
to pull back
and recoil.


They weren't puppets,
those monsters on strings
that moved on their own,
whispering to him...

follow us home...

You're not safe here
without us

Please...

follow us home...


I am lifted
pulled close...

the walls of my prison...
...parchment

and lies crumble as dust

and the demons that touched me...

their wings now in flames, fall far from my sight.

I am

lifted,

pulled close by you.

Comforted,

in the silence of you,

this new language of hope.

Shining like a new star,
its place in the night,
forever strong,
light cascading and sweet.


A far away lighthouse at sea,
distant and beckoning.

It was you all along.
I know, as I know my mother's smile.

It was you.

It was always you.


An arm around me,
laughter splits the night sky.
Stars burn so bright.


I turn my head... looking back.
A tear falls,...a eulogy for pain.


I looked back for too long.

I missed seeing your face,

trying so hard to find what I lost,

but you're still here beside me...

this gift I don't deserve.

You're still here.


Your laughter finds my own
and together
in a chorus
of angels
we stand,


my shame
turned to pride


Oak leaves ablaze in red
that color you love so much this time of year.


Beach glass from the sea, catches my eye.

Your head on my shoulder.
Its been hard for you and sleep sings
it's voice safe and sweet as

Miranda's smile.


For I can see you
eyes heavy with
dreams.

The beach glass moves
from my hand to yours.

On the sand we stand upon
is a pathway of shells


So...
we'll walk together,
you and I,
how long I dont know,

but like the waves washing over me
I'll always remember

and I'll always see
that it was you

Lance

who saved me.

It was you.


Strolling ahead of me now,
a silouette against the night,

but I can still feel you,

for I have pockets of shells to drop
one by one...


For if I get lost, I will find this place again,
so remember me
and I'll wait for you,
in this place where I'm happy.
This place you took me to.


Looking out
past the dark water,
the sun's lips
kiss the sea,
and I am haunted.


I am grateful.

I gave you beach glass,

but you gave me


...a key.






That one gets to me every time.

Anyway, I thought you might like t read it.

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Author:
Mitchell
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Date Posted: Monday, December 30 2002, 4:51:04 GMT ( - 8 )

Ya know, this all reminds me of something my son said to me day before yesterday.

We were talking, he said something and I couldn’t hear him so I ask him to repeat it. He said, “I’ll say it in your native language so you can understand it.” Then he starts making MONKEY SOUNDS!!!!!!

OHHHHHH!!!! He’s a fucking riot!

LOL!

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: ROTFLMFAO!! I'm glad to know my daughter isnt the only smart ass at this age!


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Lance
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Date Posted: Monday, December 30 2002, 8:36:34 GMT ( - 8 )

when she was three I took her to work with me one saturday morning, I used to DJ at this roller skate rink. She had never been there before. My boss, Nancy is a really nice, very strict Catholic lady.Since I was working, we arrived before it opened and Nancy had to buzz us in. So we were in the lobby, I was talkin thru the ticket window to Nancy about the parties that were booked, getting my instructions about what games they wanted, etc and my daughter tries the door and its locked so - and this is the FIRST time my boss ever met her - she says - 3 yrs/ old - "Open the god damn door aready!"

and we both just STOPPED talking and I said, "what honey?" I didn't want to believe what I thought I heard. And she repeated it like it was the most normal thing to say in the world. And Nancy looks at me and says (so that my daughter didnt hear her), "well, I can see that she's YOUR daughter." and I was soooo emarrassed but I say to her(so that my daughter couldn't hear), "noooooo. That's her MOTHER'S daughter. MY daughter would have dropped the "F" bomb!" and walked off! HAHAHA!

Needless to say, I had a talk with her mom to watch how she talked around our daughter. As for my daughter, I didn't embarrass her or anything. So when we were inside, and I was putting on her skates, we were having a friendly conversation and I mentioned that sometimes grownups use grown up words when they are angry and that little girls dont want to say those kind of words. And she said, "Oh, OK Daddy." Of course, she ALWAYS picked up on all the "bad" words as soon as she could talk. Why is that?? They can hear it ONCE and they go around repeating it, singing it, over and over! haha.

My high school band teacher used to come up to the rink every thursday night with his 2 kids and hang around, talk to me. We were good friends. So one night I had my daughter there with me and she was out on the rink with the floor guards - everyone loved to take her around with them while they were working - she was the little mascot of the place!

My teacher wanted to know which one was my kid - and just at that moment - my daughter, who couldn't really skate yet - she just kinda WALKED around out there next to the rail - a couple of bigger kids were racing and they didn't see her in time, so to avoid running over her, they plowed into each other and the rail and fell down - they didn't touch her - but she sat down anyway. HAHA! So I point to the pile up on the floor - they're all getting up and the big kids are helping her stand back up - and we couldn't hear what she was saying but she was so mad and just lecturing them - you could see her just running her little mouth - and her soooo tiny! She was laying down the law! HAAAAHAHA and he says - never mind - I KNOW which one is YOURS! HAHAHAAAA!!

That's right! That's my kid! HAHA! Stands up for herself! She's fearless!

Only now she wants school clothes "just like Britney Spears wears, Daddy" and when she grows up she wants to be a cheerleader. UGH! That's her career choice! A cheerleader! OMG! I'm gonna just shoot myself now!!

She used to be so cool, a little skater baby, with baggy jeans and hoodies, and now she's all pink ruffles, lace, and glitter, frilly, girly, clothes and ribbons in her hair AND - when she was trying on school clothes, she's checking out her butt in the mirror....I swear to God! I almost had a stroke! The saleslady was laughing her ass off at me. My little girl tried on a pair of glitter covered jeans and she's asking me "Do I look fat in these?" Shes only in the FIRST GRADE and she's twisting around from side to side trying to see her butt in the mirror!! It's like a damn nightmare! It's like shopping with JJ! HAHA! My God, she's only in the first grade and she wants to dress like a slut on MTV!!! I'm not ready or this! HAHA!

I am going to be the most conservative Dad ever. The older she gets, the more conservative I become! hahaha! I tried to take her to the Gap to buy some PLAIN jeans and PLAIN tee shirts and she just laughed at me and rolled her eyes and said "ohhhhh Daddy!" like I was senile! Haha!

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Author:
Mitchell
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Date Posted: Monday, December 30 2002, 19:06:47 GMT ( - 8 )

I remember when my son was between 2 and 3 years old. My mom and dad had a vegetable garden that year, he liked to eat banana peppers right out of the garden (now he will only eat things in nugget form). He called them pop picks (I have no idea why LOL!).

My son, my dad, and myself were all in the garden one day. My son said he wanted a pop pick, dad said he would get him one. My son said, “NO! I’ll pull my own damn pop pick!” Dad and I were both trying not to laugh but it was funny as hell!

Mine is fearless as well. You know those rock climbing walls like are setup at fairs, festivals, and things like that? My son has been climbing them since he was 4. When he was that little he would always draw a big crowd, everyone walking by would gather around shoulder to shoulder just trying to see him. He loved the crowd more than the climbing (OMG! He’s going to be like Lance! *gets nervous*) .

The wall has 3 sides: easy, moderate, and difficult. This year when I took him to the fair, the guy was putting the harness on him and my son told the man he waned to go up the hard side. The man was telling him, “No, no you need to go up this side (pointing up the easy side)” My son is yelling at him that he can go up the hard side, he’s done it before. The man looked at me, I nodded my head yes and he let him go.

My son took off up the wall passing all the bigger kids going up the easier sides and rang the bell. That man look at me and said, “Damn! He can climb!” You know, my native language maybe monkey. Because, that boy has definitely has some monkey in him! LOL!

My sone is the same way about clothes that I am, he won’t ware any crap! LOL! My mom bought him this ugly-ass leather-like coat, he wouldn’t ware it! I had to take him to buy a real leather coat, he loves it! Something he does, if another kid in his class has a shirt like he does, no matter how nice it is, he won’t ware it again!

Your daughter wants to be a cheerleader LMAO! When I was in high school I had the funniest relationship with the cheerleaders. When I first started high school I was really shy, one of the girls on the JV cheerleading squad sat beside me in one of my classes. She would flirt with me and I would about crawl under the desk. Apparently she liked that so she got the whole squad in on the action. I would be walking down the hall and meet one of them they would stop, bat their eyes, look up at me, and say in a long drawn out voice, “Hhhhhhiiiiiiii Mitchy!” (Usually followed by a wink or a blown kiss.) If there was ever more than one of them together they would usually hug up together and tell me something like how they were going to take me and make me a man LOL!

On the day of a foot ball game they would wear their cheerleading outfits to school. I only had to de-skirt 2 of them in the halls to get them to stop! LOL

When I was a senor and in band the last few football games the cheerleaders started riding our buses. The way the band boarded the busses was by seniority, senors first. We got on the busses, the cheerleaders were already on the bus and in MY back seat! We argued an fought, I told them they were guest on our busses they could set up front, but they wouldn’t move.

Most people wore their jeans under their uniform, that sucks! I never did, I always brought mine and changed on the bus after the game. No one in band ever thought anything about it. After the game I got in the bus striped down to my underwear they all flipped out! “What are you doing??”


I told them, “I’m getting ready for you, if your going to set in my seat your going to work for it!” They set up front the rest of the trips! LOL!!!

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Author:
Kris
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Date Posted: Monday, December 30 2002, 21:12:50 GMT ( - 8 )

The only thing he cares about is having a dino on his clothes.. underwear.. socks..

I took him into Best Buy to exchange the game his Gramma got him for Christmas, and after wanderin around a bit we finally decide we need to ask for help. So while I am trying to find a salesperson Siah walks up to a counter stands on his tiptoes and YELLS "HEY! WHERE ARE THE PLAYSTATION GAMES!?" to his credit he did say Thank you afterwards.
He went with as to Gart Sports today. First he didnt want to go , then he didnt want to leave! He was having to much fun on the stationary bikes...yeah he's my boy...

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Kris
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Date Posted: Monday, December 30 2002, 20:56:58 GMT ( - 8 )

You need a WOMAN to explain all that to you?

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Mitchell
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Date Posted: Monday, December 30 2002, 22:02:16 GMT ( - 8 )


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Kris
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Date Posted: Tuesday, December 31 2002, 9:24:43 GMT ( - 8 )


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Trevor/TJ
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Date Posted: Tuesday, December 31 2002, 20:23:58 GMT ( - 8 )

So you were like 16 when you became a father, Lance? I knew you were a quick learner, but sheesh! You know, they say (and I've seen lots of proof) that your kids will give you as much grief as you gave your parents. God's little "payback", I s'pose.

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