Uh Oh, new math, now you've got me on that one.

 

so what is a 2%er then?

 

This guy?

 

that's just wrong!!

 

There's a local bar where I'd pay money to watch you test that theory

 

I got a half a yard on that

 

i hate math. but i do no what a.08 is

 

In my mind if you are involved in anything where you consider yourself part of a percentage of something that makes you a follower. I prefer to be a me %er.

Some folks need to be part of something bigger and grander others prefer to strike their own path through life. Neither is right neither is wrong. I will say I prefer to be around people who walk their own path and lead from the front.

 

Whoever rides that bike next better be careful.

Saw a tv show about a guy who was dating a gal that had a little secret. She caught gonorrhea from sitting on a tractor seat while she was wearing a bathing suit.

Sammi

 

We could start a pot on how long it took and how much damage will be inflicted. The reason I hate to hang out in them places anymore is the peckerheads looking for something. I was actually standing at a concert during a rally near my motorcycle with a close friend and his wife and their bike. Being tall enough, I was watching a drunk work his way through the crowd. The dumbass actually stumbled into me. I looked at him as he wobbled back a step while shaking my head. My actual words to him were ---hello, I knew you would eventually show up but I wasn't sure when. The drunk actually stuck out his hand and said hello while giving his name. I was amused and actually asked him what he did for a living before he was crippled. He replied that he assembled missiles. Surprised me again. I told him he didn't look like a rocket scientist. He asked me what I did for a leaving. I told him. We conversed a little more. I was actually laughing at the situation. My friends were rolling, laughing at the situation. The drunk dude then told me he needed to get gone. I said goodbye, laughing about the situation. I then watched him walk into one of the biggest, strongest guys I know. I actually heard one of the big guys buddies tell him not to hurt the dumbass--it wasn't worth it. They shuffled him away from them with some well placed hands. The last time I seen the drunk dude he was still working his way through the crowd. God does protect idiots and children sometimes.