a 150 lb dirty messican whose parents are illegal immigrants in this country. he claims to lift weights, however, he has the body of a pre-pubescent 10 yr old girl. you may have seen this kid's website, www.borderjumpers.com. he is currently a student at the university of oregon where he is studying lawn care management. he cuts lawns and sells oranges on the side of the road for extra cash, but his real job is the nighttime shift manager at Taco Bell. do not mess with this animal folks, he will talk shit to you on an internet message board.
hey JIMINEYE..... hurry up with my number 7 combo you dirty messican.
One of the greatest, albeit tragically underrated, musicians of all time. Good songs include (insert any Arlo song here).
"It's the tenth of January
And I still ain't had no sleep
She comes waItzing in the nighttime
Made of wings
She is dressed up like a bandit
With a hundred sparkling rings
Looking for my company to keep
Coming closer to me
She doesn't say a word
In the shadow of the carved rock tower
Where the sounds of the night
Were the only things we heard
In my darkest hour"
-from "Darkest Hour"
When your girlfriend's cat, during the course of its normal nighttime patrol, hops in bed with you and wakes you up. Usually just looking for attention, but sometimes plotting your demise. "NV" for short.
After 8 JD's and 3 NV's, Bob felt less than refreshed the next morning.
A large teased up balloon-like hair style finished smooth with a several coats of hair spray. Maintenance requires wearing a plastic rain bonnet or flimsy nyson scarf for outdoor activities or driving, special neck support pillows to elevate one's head above the sleep surface for nighttime protection (see Sunday newspaper supplement), frequent hand smoothing and mirror cross-checks to confirm finish integrity and global symmetry, and regular Saturday morning salon makeovers.
We had great seats for the wedding until those two jiffy pops took the seats in front of us.
Not tonight--my jiffy pop might crack.
Its midnight but much hipper
Dude the party starts at modnight
Solarianism - The power of our sunmore...
Solarianism, the practice of Solarians, was founded on 17/12/05 by two mysterious strangers from Pennsylvannia. It bases it's worship around the solar cyle of the sun, mostly it's rising and setting. The sun is the source of life to our humble planet and in this religion it acts as the god, or functioning idol of worship. Solarians like to sit on hills and witness the rising of the sun, in which they thank it for it's bounty. And the setting of the sun, in which they bid farewell to the god for the nighttime.
Functions of Worship
Every Saturday they wake at approx. 30 minutes before sunrise. They then dress according to the weather, but do not bathe, brush their teeth or do any other time of morning routine. After going to a high spot to sit, such as a roof or hilltop they in meditation wait for the sacred rise. As the sun is rising they hum to themseleves a single note of harmony until it has completely emerged from the horizon. At that point they stare at the newly risen sun and form a wish from their hearts.
Every Saturday evening, 30 minutes before sun set, Solarians go to the same hill or rooftop they did in the morning. Then they sit and meditate quietly until the sun begins to disappear, at which point they being to hum in harmony. Once the sun is completly gone behind the horizon Solarians make yet another wish that complements the...
A game created in Saratoga, CA that traditionally takes place in the Golden Triangle but can be applied to any suburban area. Fugitive involves anywhere from 10-25 high school kids, usually upperclassmen. The point of the game is to run from one central place (such as a school) to another central place (such as a local store) while other players chase the runners in cars. The rules are simple, no taking major roads, no cheating, runners get a several minute head start, and you must make it to your final destination in under 45 minutes. Fugitive games always take place at nighttime or anytime when it’s dark. Jumping into random yards, hiding in bushes, and trying to camouflage in shadows are the norm. The runners usually win as it only takes one runner to constitute a victory for the runners. The drivers typically have another person riding with them in the car. Their job is to jump out and tag the runner or call out his/her name if they are clearly identifiable. Once a runner is tagged or called out, they join the driver and ride in the car until the end of the game. Unfortunately, many Fugitive games end up being cut short by the arrival of the cops as some residents see the kids and mistake them for burglars or shady people trying to rob them. If the cops come, they usually come in force, three to four squad cars is not uncommon. Sometimes they'll let you go, other times they'll take names down.
Guy: Hey, do you want to play Fugitive? I've got about 15 people going already.
Girl: Yeah sure, that sounds like fun.
Cop: What the hell are you kids doing? Curfew is 11:00.
Guy 1: Sorry officer, we were playing a game.
Cop: Well that's not what it looked like, we already sent a chopper up to scan the area from Moffet Field.
Guy 2: Bullshit.