The different Color dots on the bottom of Redbull cans
10-28-2008
, 11:24 PM
11-10-2008
, 02:29 PM
"Cheryl,
I remember I went fishing with my dad one time. It was June. It was Texas. It was hot. The sun finally went down, and the night air was alive with the sounds of insects. I asked my dad what the meaning of life was. He told me there wasn't one. He had cancer. I caught two fish that night, when I released them back into the water I strained to watch the ripple of their return home spread all the way across the inky blackness of the river. My dad caught three fish. He threw them into the bushes. I remember staring at the sky, speckled by light millions of years old. I remember listening to the sounds that came from the bushes and thinking about what my dad had said. I remember that was the first time I ever had a beer with my dad. I remember those were the only words we had shared all night. My dad died two days later. He choked on a chicken bone at a famous BBQ just outside of Austin. I never went to the funeral. I was on an airplane destined for a distant continent, hallucinating from a reaction to anti malaria pills. I didn't have a vision of my father, I thought I was in the belly of a giant worm that was digging its way through the earth. I wonder if things would have been different if instead of a beer, we had shared a redbull.
Daniel"
I also found a picture of her online
yum yum.
11-10-2008
, 02:37 PM
Quote:
Indded. She plays hard to get with the best of them. I wrote her back. I decided to drastically alter my approach.
"Cheryl,
I remember I went fishing with my dad one time. It was June. It was Texas. It was hot. The sun finally went down, and the night air was alive with the sounds of insects. I asked my dad what the meaning of life was. He told me there wasn't one. He had cancer. I caught two fish that night, when I released them back into the water I strained to watch the ripple of their return home spread all the way across the inky blackness of the river. My dad caught three fish. He threw them into the bushes. I remember staring at the sky, speckled by light millions of years old. I remember listening to the sounds that came from the bushes and thinking about what my dad had said. I remember that was the first time I ever had a beer with my dad. I remember those were the only words we had shared all night. My dad died two days later. He choked on a chicken bone at a famous BBQ just outside of Austin. I never went to the funeral. I was on an airplane destined for a distant continent, hallucinating from a reaction to anti malaria pills. I didn't have a vision of my father, I thought I was in the belly of a giant worm that was digging its way through the earth. I wonder if things would have been different if instead of a beer, we had shared a redbull.
Daniel"
I also found a picture of her online
yum yum.
"Cheryl,
I remember I went fishing with my dad one time. It was June. It was Texas. It was hot. The sun finally went down, and the night air was alive with the sounds of insects. I asked my dad what the meaning of life was. He told me there wasn't one. He had cancer. I caught two fish that night, when I released them back into the water I strained to watch the ripple of their return home spread all the way across the inky blackness of the river. My dad caught three fish. He threw them into the bushes. I remember staring at the sky, speckled by light millions of years old. I remember listening to the sounds that came from the bushes and thinking about what my dad had said. I remember that was the first time I ever had a beer with my dad. I remember those were the only words we had shared all night. My dad died two days later. He choked on a chicken bone at a famous BBQ just outside of Austin. I never went to the funeral. I was on an airplane destined for a distant continent, hallucinating from a reaction to anti malaria pills. I didn't have a vision of my father, I thought I was in the belly of a giant worm that was digging its way through the earth. I wonder if things would have been different if instead of a beer, we had shared a redbull.
Daniel"
I also found a picture of her online
yum yum.
also, cheryl is hot, even by OOT standards.
On a side note, if terrible high school dramedy movies have taught me anything, it's that you avoid putting anything in this thread that she'll find out about later. You'll be getting ready for the prom and show up at her house, and she'll say "WTF, you were stalking me and posting pictures of me on the internet before we even met?" then everything is ruined, even though you planned on telling her the whole thing later that night.
11-10-2008
, 03:15 PM
11-10-2008
, 11:08 PM
