Thursday, January 17, 2013

To each his own!



Some of us worship Bacchus and some of us worship Nacissus.

It's up to you.

(And no that is not my baby picture spinelli)
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ricpic said...

Taking a leak outdoors is one of the great joys. I have leaked under the open sky in Iowa, Nebraska, Colorado, Wyoming, Northern but not Southern Arizona and Montana, not to mention the far less exotic New York, New Jersey, Pennsy and Mass.

January 17, 2013 at 7:34 PM
ndspinelli said...

Trooper, She's often an easy target, however I never feel guilty shooting that fish in a barrell. I assume you feel the same.

I put on 25lbs since the summer and look like your picture here. However, tomorrow morning I head west where I get my mind, body and soul right. One of my detours this year is Tombstone. I've been to Doc's grave in Glenwood Springs but I would like to see where he lived, not just where he went to die.

January 17, 2013 at 7:36 PM
ndspinelli said...

Wow ricpic!! I'll take a leak in Tombstone for you. I'll be happy to spray Missouri, Oklahoma, Texas, NM, and Ca. on your behalf. Remember I was circumsized by Shakey The Mohel so it might be a little messy.

January 17, 2013 at 7:38 PM
Chip S. said...

I enjoy renting a good beer.

Or even a not-so-good one.

January 17, 2013 at 7:50 PM
Titus said...

I went to Tombstone with my parents when I was like 13-I met a guy at the pool who was in his 30's and did him.

We then went to Nogales Mexico-I was in heaven-you could smell uncut spic hog wafting through the streets.

tits.

January 17, 2013 at 7:59 PM
windbag said...

I went to Tombstone with my parents when I was like 13-I met a guy at the pool who was in his 30's and did him.


Titus, did he look like this?

January 17, 2013 at 8:05 PM
The Dude said...

That might not be your picture, but whoever it is, he is Irish, that's for sure.

January 17, 2013 at 8:43 PM
Michael Haz said...

I motorsikled to Tombstone four years ago. Big disappointment. The main street businesses look pretty cool from outside, but when I opened the door to any of them, the inside was one big, long interconnected casino. There were a copule of smaller restaurants, a city hall, and one gas station. But everything else, no matter what it was named, was the false front of a casino. Or a hotle that had a casino on the first floor.

Leadville, Colorado was the same thing. A few old, quaint homes, and the rest of downtown was storefronts masking a huge casino.

And I always pee when I'm flying over Illinois.

January 18, 2013 at 3:58 PM

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