Discussion in 'The Bar' started by Satori Brah, Apr 12, 2014.
So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one - big hitter, the Lama - long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga... gunga, gunga-lagunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, "Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know." And he says, "Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness." So I got that goin' for me, which is nice.
i love quiet
I do and it's on a cul de sac in a gated community
I hate people who use terms like bedroom community as well as several types of mexicans, hipsters, and faggots..
I used to live in a log house in the country.
you still banging that other bitch tho right?
Yep. Shacked up with her in a "bedroom community".
I do miss my property tho.
I'm in a living room community.
Due to a recent surge in break ins, I have one of these around the corner from me.
I do now. I used to have very rude neighbors until we got a new property manager. He doesn't fuck around.
i live 3 blocks from I-20.
I live between Dallas and Fort Worth. Technically, a suburb of Fort Worth, I suppose, but it is pretty much solid development. You can't really tell when you leave Fort Worth and hit another town and another etc. until you hit Dallas. There are still a few places where there is some country. A Farm in Plano has held out but is surrounded in development. So, it really doesn't qualify as sleepy.