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From: Ted Smo
Subject: re: didn't this happen to me at radford?
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Suave,
If I remember correctly... Once upon a time, you thought a dog
stole your bag. You started yelling at the dog to give back your weed.
When the dog didn't respond to your verbal requests, you decided it was time
to take action. You started chasing the dog in an attempt to physically
re-confiscate your weed. Unfortunately, you were no match for the
quick dog. The dog outran you. You came back to our group with a
look of despair. Dejected, you softly said "The dog ate my
weed."
A few minutes later, you stuck your hands in your pockets. What you pulled
out pocket was a surprise to all present. What was thought lost was
found. The bag of weed was in your pocket the whole time! The dog
didn't eat your weed after all! The look of despair changed to a look
of happiness and all was well in Radford. Everyone lived happily ever
after.
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From: Chris McGarry (Suave's college roommate and legal council)
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YOU ARE ONE OF THE CRAZIEST MOTHERFUCKERS I HAVE EVER MET. PLEASE TELL
ME YOU ARE LIVING THE LIFE THAT YOU SEEM BECAUSE I NEED TO LIVE VICARIOUSLY
THROUGH YOU!
LATER
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From: DYNASTY710@aol.com
Subject: we were all banged up...
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How do I get back on the wall after retesting. I'm still on there as an
89 (Amp-Nashua,NH) I did a retest for this year and am proud to
announce I have a 120. After adding refusing breathalizer, passed out in
bar, blacked out and woke up in police facility, crashed someone elses car
(backed into a dumpster - it wasn't bad though) I can now go on as a
120 from Boston, Mass. To get a perfect score I would have to get wasted and crash my own car. I
really need to avoid this one because it's my dad's car and he would be
really pissed.
Amp - 120
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From: Ken Dawg
Subject: Yo Yo
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Suave,
You can always do more disrespecting. Don't forget, more disrespecting...
You should add a list of your top 10 disrespecting songs to your website and
attach linked mp3 files with these songs so people can download them.
-DAWG
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From: ScottW710@aol.com
Subject: we were all banged up...
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When I was about 16 my friend Brian (aka. The Big Pun) began
taking our first leaps into the world of driving. One thrilling thing we loved
to do was drive around suburban neighborhoods, hang out the passangers-side
window and steal miscellaneous residential citizens' garbage cans (preferably
ones with wheels). We would then proceed up to speeds of 50-90 mph. and let them
go tumbling end-over-end thus spewing oodles of garbage throughout another
unsuspecting neighbors lawn. Fast Forward to 8 years later: The Big Pun
and I (now age 24) were at a bar. After drinking 16 Long Island Iced Teas, now
totally fucking shit-faced, we departed the establishment in search of the
perfect receptacle to acquisition for 'old times sake.' He behind the wheel, and
I riding shotgun, came across the perfect trash can. I told him to slow up and I
would grab it. He decelerated as I had requested and I grabbed that bitch and
yelled "HIT IT." Big Pun stomped on the gas and as his 84 Chevy Celebrity Wagon
gave it all she had, I felt a mailbox slam into my forehead. I dropped the can
in lieu of reaching up to feel the gash on my dome which was now profusely
spewing blood. The good news is that it wasn't deep enough of a laceration to
require stitches, however it was a nasty little mark extending 4 inches from one
eyebrow to the other. Within a few days that fucker swelled up and turned black
and blue. And what reason could I possibly give everyone who queried "dude, what
the fuck happened to your head?! ???". "I BUMPED IT ON THE AUTOMATIC SEAT
BELT" What an asshole I am.
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From: Phil Iantosca
Subject: we were all banged up...
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my boys and i were all watching a pats game a couple of years ago and we
all decided to do shots whenever drew bledsoe got sacked. well, he was
on his ass alot that game, and then we decided to do shots whenever he
got knocked down. needless to say we were all pretty much F'D up.
so,
after the game, which the pats lost we decided to play darts and drink
some more. we continued to get seriously wasted and a couple of my
friends hit a bottle of tanqueray and killed it. then they hit the
jimmy beam and killed that too. next thing i know they are all crying
and hugging each other and pouring out their souls to each. one of my
buddies and i decide to hit the convenience store for a pack o' smokes
and we figure my two drunk ass boys'll be fine. well, when we got back,
one of them was gone and the other was passed out on the couch and his
pants were soaking wet. this 6 foot, 300 pound dude done went and
pissed himself! it was funny sh#t.....
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From: Vernon Briggs
Subject: Re: was that shot luge in San Diego at the Ranch?
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Funny thing. This girl from Philly sent me a link to one of the
sections on that site. I started to poke around and saw that shot luge.
My best friend built that luge and I haven't missed a luau in the last
four years. Those are all my boys from San Diego and I play lax with
those guys. We are going to be tearing up the 'comber on Saturday.
-v
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From: Timothy Ingram
Subject: In the bathroom stall with...
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i was out with the boys at a club in germany. we started drinking way
before we got there and then when we got there decided to mix. normally
i don't but i thought, " what the hell. how bad could it be?"
so we drank and drank and danced and drank. i remember talking to a
girl that liked me (i was drunk, so everybody liked me ) and said i was going
to the bathroom for a min. so i went..... the next thing i knew i was
on the toilet with my pants down, with my head beteween my knees and puking
all over the place. somehow i managed not to get any on me. and my
friend was in front of me jumping out of the way from the puke. little
did i know then, but i was gone for 3 hours. they went looking for me. found
me in the bathroom stall which was locked. one climbed over and
unlocked it for the rest of them. they said i didn't respond to my name. i
didn't respond to them shaking me as hard as they could either. so, they
started taking turns slapping the shit out of me to get me to wake up.
when i finally moaned a little. all but the one that jumped the stall
got the hell out of the stall and shut the door on him. holding the
door so he was stuck in there with me. they heard
gergleing sounds and vomit being splashed on the floor. screeming
from my friend who was in there with me and me moaning. they knew i was
alive then. i woke up with my head between my legs, puke everywhere, pants
around my ankles. and laughter that was unbelievable. so i got up and
felt so much better i said, "lets get another drink." there
is nothing like your next drink. that night was awesome. even though i never
saw the girl again.
--- the end ---
sincerely,
potato.......... from idaho
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From: Murray Duggins
Subject: we were all banged up...
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it was christmas break my freshman year in
college. i was in my hometown and went out with some high school buddies. we
got absolutely hammered. i came home and went straight upstairs to my room
where i thought i passed out. to my surprise when i awoke my dad and i caught
eye contact face to face. he was hysterically laughing. i was in between my
parents. i asked my dad what had happened??? he said that i stumbled in there
bedroom about 6am. they both woke up and asked what i was doing i had no
response and did a swan dive into the bed. i am glad i was not naked.
my parents love to tell that story.
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Suavalicious World Tour
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Vegas Baby,
Vegas!!!
High-Rollin all over Sin City. Take a journey on this wild
Vegas ride!
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