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Vancouver rocks. you'll have a great time up there. as Sassa said, just head down town and you'll find some smoke shops no problem. don't know about finding seeds, but you'll definitely find some quality marijuana while your there. try and make it up to Whistler while you're there.

be sure you're up to date on your Tetanus shot before snorting

ain't no denying it. i just can't help myself, speaking of which i can't wait to watch the MTV Movie Awards tonight, Justin and Sean are going to be the best hosts EVER!!!

hell yeah, i hate to sound like an easily amused neanderthal, but MTV rocks. i live for all its original programming. Real World, Road Rules, Surf Girls, Real World/Road Rules Challenge, MTV True Life, The Osbournes, Jackass, Punked, help me get through the week.

i used to work in the Abercrombie there about 3 years ago. i used to build a little nest in the lof they have in there storage room out of down jackets and take hour long naps. weyes how long ago did you work there? if you want to see some amazing malls, go to Orchard Blvd. in Singapore (once they have the SARS epidemic under control). its just one mall after another, each one out doing the last.

way to go on beating that ticket DaVe. i learned a few years ago that you have to fight whatever tickets you get. i'm meeting with a lawyer down in Toms River tomorrow (who sent me a letter offering his services, found out i got a ticket by going through the towns records) about fighting a ticket i got going over the Toms River bridge (82 in a 50). i've beaten about 5-6 in a row, i don't know that i'll be able to get out of this one though.

prison sentence- 13 years fine- 7,000 quid

considering that 2004 model year vehicles won't hit the market for about another 3-4 months. why would someone go out an order a 2005?

no kidding, i spent 4 years in catholic hs in jersey and it did me no good... failed out of college (2 semesters- probation, thanks for coming) partied, did lots of drugs, had lots of sex with, and was basically a disaster.

whatever happened to Trancend, he was always around the first year or so that i was on, then, bam... he was gone

weyes, on the money again...

honey, i don't think that's the hard railing...

luckily for all those of you starting families, Audi has a sporty 4-door sedan, the RS6. this lovely family vehicle throws out 440 turbo charged horsies in a body style similar to that of the A6 (all wheel drive of course). i believe there will only be 1,000 imported into US, so if you want one, better get in the game.

i believe that i would most likely encourage them to go at it, sit back, watch and then pleasure myself.

its fascinating how things work out. your mother and her fiance were probably just never at the same place in there lives where they were compatible, and now it sounds like they find themselves in a relationship they're both thrilled about. i clearly remember reading your posts about the last guy you dated (and the breakup), having read a few of your posts there's no doubt that you are an amazing person and deserved much more than he could give you. glad to hear that your new bf is terrific, and that he reciprocates what you put into the relationship.

i did not meet my gf at a club, in fact i didn't even know what a club was when i met my gf. it was way back in 1983, 1st grade Mrs. Wiley's class. we've been dating almost a year and a half now. its amazing, you search all over the place, and then you discover that what you've been looking for has been right there your whole life.

maybe with a baseball bat.

thought the job market is definitely not what it was 3 years ago, it is not all that terrible, the biggest factor as was already mentioned is the field that you're trying to get into. the tech and finance fields have been hammered especially hard and are therefore not the best places to look. however there are opportunities out there, especially in Jersey in the healthcare field. healthcare is responsible for 14% of this countries GDP, which is larger than the automotive industry, and a huge part of it is based in this area. i've been serious looking for a job for about the last 2.5 months, and am in final interviews for two positions. they are not exactly what i want to be doing, but will offer really solid learning environments and experiences. when your looking for a job, think about what industries have been doing well recently, and that will give you good starting point in terms of your search. remember, you can always leave if you're not happy and that it is much easier to find a job when you have one, than when you don't.

my g/f and i have a few different toys, but the one i picked up most recently might be the best, because of its versatility. its called the Rockin' Rabbit, basically it is made up of 3 parts. 2 are independantly controlled bullets that vibrate, each is about 2 inches long and 3/4 of an inch in diameter, the 3rd is a soft rubber rabbit. the rabbit is designed to be worn at the base of the penis and it has holes above and below the penis (near your balls, and in the spot that would contact the clit, the clit part is what is shaped like a rabbit) to accommodate the bullets. since the bullets are removable, they can also be used for lots of other enjoyable excercises (you know stick them somewhere, and let them work their magic while you concentrate on something else). by the way, for those visiting LA, the Hustler store on Sunset Blvd (near the Key Club) is a must visit when you're out there. i'd been meaning to stop in there for about 3 years but had never had the opportunity until last week. i picked up some great porn and the Rockin Rabbit, and it was all very reasonably priced.

thanks kitty19, that was really kind of you to say. i'm glad you enjoyed reading it, the memories it brought back as i was writing, brought a series of big smiles to my face.

poorest i think i may have ever been was the winter of 1996. i got kicked out of my house, and decided that the best thing to do was move to CO. got myself a plane ticket and headed out there with $200 in cash, my skis, snowboard and a bag of clothes. once i got to the DIA (Denver International), i realized i had not a clue in the world what i was doing, or where i was going. i opened the paper and saw that Winter Park had gotten 72 inches in the last 4 days and decided that was the place. as luck would have it there was a van leaving about an hour later. i got into Winter Park around 5 that evening and was dropped off at the local youth hostel, i checked in and got a bed ($15 a night). that night i walked around and filled out a few job applications, the next morning, i planned on doing the same thing, but as soon as i woke up i decided the best thing to do would be to go skiing. i went up at about 10 and walked up the the lift ticket sales office and told them that my pass had ripped off while skiing, they asked how i paid, and i told them with cash, when they asked for the receipt, i searched through my pockets frantically, and then told them that i must have lost it as well. the woman took pity on me, then told me they wouldn't do this again and gave me a free pass. i spent the rest of the day loving life and making turns. that night i headed out looking for a job again, and actually interviewed with a ski shop, it seemed as though i'd be able to get a job pretty easily but that the real challenge was going to be finding a place to live, the more people i talked to, the more i was realizing housing was pretty hard to come by. that night i also met a couple of brothers from Florida, they'd never seen the snow before and had randomly decided to move to the mountains a couple of weeks before. a few days later i'd been offered a job (paying $5.25/hr), and i took it. the job was pretty cool (it was the first one offered and i was desperate), i got a free season pass, which was key, and i worked split shifts which was the tits, 8-10am, and then 4-9pm. by about Jan. 12, left me with 6 hours to go skiing everyday. after about 10 days in town i was getting pretty desperate for a place to live, the hostel was getting expensive, and they were telling me i couldn't live there, as it was meant to be for travelers. about that time, the guys from Florida told me about this party and asked if i wanted to check it out that night. the party we went to was pretty out of hand, i got absolutely hammered and at some point during the night i met this guy Justin, from Texas. as i'd been doing with everyone i met that seemed like a cool person, i asked if he needed a roommate, and god bless his little heart if he didn't say that he did. as with most people you meet in that kind of environment, its hard to judge people and know whether or not they can deliver. much later that night we headed back to his place, when we got there, after what seemed like a long ass drive, i realized the place was huge. as soon as i got out of his truck, i got the lovely and distinct smell of marijuana, after climbing over the snowbank and in the front door i was met with a thick cloud of smoke, about 3 bong hits later, i was out. needless to say, the next morning i was a little thick, and trying to remember to where i was and how i got there, there were random bodies everywhere. that was my introduction to my future roommates (they must have been pretty impressed). Justin helped me move in a couple of days later, when i'd asked him if it was cool that i was moving in, he assured me that it was, i'd later find out that he hadn't told anyone. his failure to tell anyone pretty much explained why it was that i lived in an unfinished basement by myself. and when i say unfinished, i'm serious, the floor was dirt. i also discovered that long ass drive, was a long ass drive, i was about 12-13 miles from Winter Park, which wasn't so cool, when you factored in the fact that i didn't have a car. i used to get up at 6am hike down about 2 miles with another one of my roommates to the main road where we'd be able to get picked up hitchhiking. at night you'd hitchhike back, usually you'd just have to walk the last couple of miles, sometimes it would take longer when you couldn't get a ride, especially if it was late. there were some crazy times out there partying, one of my roommates would drive down to Denver once a month and buy 2 lbs. we'd smoke one and he'd sell the other, covering the cost for both. i'll never forget going to bed early one night and then being woken up to drilling noises, finally the drilling stopped and i fell back asleep. a couple of hours later i was again woken up, this time to whooping and hollering, a few minutes later the door to the basement opened and my roommate Jamie yelled for me to come up, at first i was hesitant and then my curiosity got the best of me. when i got upstairs the room was filled with this almost creamy smoke. the drilling had been them putting 4 holes in a handle of Jack Daniels and making a hookah (sp?) out of it. the thing was unbelieveable, we'd pack an 1/8 into it at a time. Justin, the guy from Texas seemed to go off the deep end, he was from some oil family and apparently had a bit of a coke problem. he would disappear for while, then out of nowhere show up, at one point he went out to St. Louis and came back with a brand new Ford F-150 he'd just bought. his father ended up showing up one day, paid all the bills he owed and that was the last we heard of him. i was working about 30-35 hours a week, my rent was about $225 (i know unbelieveably cheap, rent for the whole house was $1500, between 6), even with rent as low as it was, when you do the math, its pretty apparent that i didn't have much in the way of funds. i used to barter, trading ski tunes and discounts on equipment for food whenever i could. Subway had a special on meatball subs, $.99 for 6 inches, which i ate about 5 times a week. when i left Winter Park i weighed 160lbs, today i weigh 205lbs (i'd usually have spent my paycheck by the end of the 1st week and would then starve for a week while i waited to get paid again). despite all the walking, and never having very much money, that winter was amazing, skiing 120 days, being outdoors everyday, and the simplicity of it all made it all worthwhile.

ladies, you will not be left out of the meat eating, hot dogs for all of you...

very much so. but you should know that growing up on a farm in England does have its advantages.

:clap: thats why tastyt rocks the house

i love the snow, and hope that we get enough snow to cause an avalanche.