Maybe it just feels like 65 years![]()
SHHHHH!!!!!!!
Don't be saying that out loud, that 65 could quickly turn into 105 in a blink.
I personally only made it 5 yrs with the first wife, so regardless your a better man than I. Congrat's!!!
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Maybe it just feels like 65 years![]()
Is this the same old Triple from the old forum?
I miss many of the old names...
The details of my life are quite inconsequential.... Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize; he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes, he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament... My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon... luge lessons... In the spring, we'd make meat helmets... When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds — pretty standard, really. At the age of 12, I received my first scribe. At the age of 14, a Zoroastrian named Wilma ritualistically shaved my testicles — there really is nothing like a shorn scrotum — it's quite breathtaking... I suggest you try it.
Old names are here on occasion, they peek back into the snowest window remembering the addiction
----- Gimpster -----
HAHA, ya see your name pop up every so often as well! Just can't stay away......
Paul-
40 years old, 36 years on a sled. Raised a Cat rider, Catmaster tech in the '90's, no longer brand loyal, all 4 brands owned in the last 3 years.
Married 16 years.
Break airplane parts for a living.
Prefer Canadian beer![]()
The arguement with Animal a few days before being buried in the slide and passing away, the fact that I never was able to appologize to him, hit home as well as when Kris married off into Montana. Friends taking advantage of my sleds, parts etc... dropped me back into the shadows of snowest. Losing friends is tough.
Snowest is worth looking out through the dark, into again, because there are a lot of new, good people on here.
Like I have always said "You have to have fun with life for life to have fun with you"
Snowest still makes life fun
----- Gregg -----
The details of my life are quite inconsequential.... Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize; he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes, he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament... My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon... luge lessons... In the spring, we'd make meat helmets... When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds — pretty standard, really. At the age of 12, I received my first scribe. At the age of 14, a Zoroastrian named Wilma ritualistically shaved my testicles — there really is nothing like a shorn scrotum — it's quite breathtaking... I suggest you try it.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That's awesome right there! That movie rocks!
You breaking them by flying them or wrenching on them?