high octane junkie

kelso dunes is a good street to take from stephanie to sears heh, and avoid warm springs. i use that "backroad" quite often.

will that give you sufficient time to grow another mullet?

i'm going to purchase a bicycle with saddle bags to ride around town and collect mustard packets. fuel is expensive, exercise is priceless, and mustard packets are free!

you're gonna find that pos in your living room.. keep it up pal heh.

june works. i should be in town all month.

on this weeks episode of.. "WHEN MULLETS ATTACK!".... find out what happens when you cut off the mullet. (viewer discretion advised)

tonite. heh.

rofl david hasselhoff?

OMG effin' priceless!

i need to do mine.

sorry, thanks.

"hey bro.. you ever been to a tanning salon?"

"i'm at court for public intoxication.. i even cut my mullet and wore sleeves. how's my smile, do i look alright?"

"can i get directions to the new kids on the block concert?"

rofl. plymouth rawks! "get some"

when did you paint your camaro black? heh. one more time for the love of hair and glasses..

rofl. nener nener nener.

rofl.

he's only drinking beer because there are kids around, otherwise it's southern comfort, straight from the bottle. he wears red converse all stars. he shaves his chest. he couldn't find larger sunglasses. corey hart sang a song about him. hair this beautiful doesn't come naturally. he doesn't need friends, he has beautiful hair.

heh. phrases don't count. abbreviate idk, rofl, brb etc. all you want. i mean like: wut, u, ur, ud, uve etc.

the gentleman in this photo obviously has a story to tell, and it goes a little something like this: on a whim he decided to take a cross-country trip from alabama to california.. heard there was plenty of sunshine, booze, and babes. he jumped in his primered 1978 camaro z28 and cranked the kraco stereo until the speakers and the neighbors were subjected to as much journey as they could take. somewhere in mississippi he pulls over to grab a fresh pack of marlboros and while he was in the store, some punk grabbed his favorite lynard skynard concert tee shirt out of the backseat and ran off with it. now, if you couldn't tell by the extra large sunglasses.. this dood isn't lame. kicking a$$ and taking names is definitely his game. in the calmest manner.. he strolls to his car, un-hooks his keys from the chrome belt loop clip and starts the car. he reaches towards the glovebox and withdraws his favorite weapon.. his george thorogood & the destroyers 8 track. because he's sly and it isn't his first rodeo, he thinks: if i were a young punk with a bad-a$$ tee shirt.. where would i wear it?" after a quick glance the answer was obvious. the carnival's in town and we're gonna have some amusement. it didn't take long at all before the the punk was spotted walking with his mother through the fairgrounds like steve perry in the separate ways video wearing a badass black tee shirt. he casually walks toward the punk. wearing levis with holes ripped at the knees, an extra low neck-line muscle shirt, smoking a marlboro and combing his do.. you knew he wasn't there to play. to make a long story short he recovered his favorite concert tee shirt, gave the boy a whoopin' on his rear, had himself a brew to celebrate, and went home with the punks momma. long live this man!

what do you think when you see this photo? also, i'd think that it would be interesting if we had a couple first person stories or perhaps a biography or two about this person, based on the photo given.