*bring leroy in* see...he's real!

well well.... now we know who we can trust in here and who we can't...
J/k

*brings out tx budlight*

amen to that laura!

we'll be waiting for ur safe return!

when are u leaving combat?

u ever try agua ardiente? it's columbian guaro...it's taste like jagger but not as strong and it's messes u up more....

hey babes ur back!

hey summer! anyone tell u that u look like alicia silverstone?

horses!

i'm one of his dancers!

your family now!

but tila tequila is on tonight!

can the jello have fruit in it?

dance w/me nicki!

lol....well thank goodness for that...nipples are essential

*chic chic a bow wow*

so we're talking about sheep eh?

freedom!

A man was taking parachuting lessons. Being of a practical mind, he asked his instructor what to do in the event of the parachute not opening.

"Open your spare," said the instructor.

Well, the man thought this was reasonable, but since things can and do go wrong all the time, he asked what would happen if the spare wouldn't open.

The instructor leaned in close and said, "Well, if that doesn't work, the only thing left is to shout 'Buddha, Buddha, Buddha!'"

The man thought this was a little odd, but made note of it anyway.

Well, the day came for our budding parachutist to make his first jump. The plane went up to 10,000 feet and out he went. At the appropriate altitude, he pulled his ripcord. Nothing happened. Alarmed, but not panicking, the man tried his spare. Nothing happened. By now he was starting to get a bit worried. But he remembered what his instructor had told him and shouted, "Buddha, Buddha, Buddha!"

Two big, brown hands came down out of the clouds above and gently caught the man, cradling him safe from harm.

Astonished, the man shrieked, "Jesus Christ!"

The hands let go.