I hate the mind set of "new money"

parts of grass valley are nice, but there is a lot of white trash and meth thrown into the mix.

let's be real. your real problem is they were ugly skanks. if these were two hot broads who cut you, you would have said idgaf, much like idgaf about your shitty story. why didn't you throw habenero sauce in their eyes?

Originally Posted by 217Bimmer

let's be real. your real problem is they were ugly skanks. if these were two hot broads who cut you, you would have said idgaf, much like idgaf about your shitty story. why didn't you throw habenero sauce in their eyes?

if they were hot I would of done it also. I don;t give a sh1t how hot you are you still need to know your place.

I did not see habernero sauce.

Originally Posted by GRIFFIN

parts of grass valley are nice, but there is a lot of white trash and meth thrown into the mix.

I once hooked up a chick who lived in Grass Valley. I met her on Yahoo! chat too. She was fun! Even drove out to Ojai to have some fun in the camper parked out front of her uncle's place while she was visiting (..I stayed the night, and he knocked on the camper door at 7am. I hid under the covers! What a trek!).

I have a peppered past!

Originally Posted by M3Inline6

I once hooked up a chick who lived in Grass Valley. I met her on Yahoo! chat too. She was fun! Even drove out to Ojai to have some fun in the camper parked out front of her uncle's place while she was visiting (..I stayed the night, and he knocked on the camper door at 7am. I hid under the covers! What a trek!).

I have a peppered past!

You drove from Grass valley to ojai? that is a far drive. ojai is very nice now.

Originally Posted by GRIFFIN

You drove from Grass valley to ojai? that is a far drive. ojai is very nice now.

No, she was from GV. We first hooked up when she visited a cousin in Lompoc. The second hook-up occurred when she came down to Ojai. Mind you, I'm a So.Cal boy, so both visits were a mission. Choose another city! I probably have a hook-up story for that too.

Originally Posted by M3Inline6

No, she was from GV. We first hooked up when she visited a cousin in Lompoc. The second hook-up occurred when she came down to Ojai. Mind you, I'm a So.Cal boy, so both visits were a mission.

I am a socal boy too. I grew up in westlake village and own a home in Moorpark which is right next to Filmore and ojai.
My best man and groomsman are both from lompoc. I have played frisbee golf at vandenberg AFB. I went to UCSB..................Etc......

Originally Posted by GRIFFIN

I am a socal boy too. I grew up in westlake village and own a home in Moorpark which is right next to Filmore and ojai.
My best man and groomsman are both from lompoc. I have played frisbee golf at vandenberg AFB. I went to UCSB..................Etc......

I might know/have met you. Were you ever in the Yahoo! chat's "California" chat room?

Originally Posted by M3Inline6

I might know/have met you. Were you ever on Yahoo! chat's "California" chat room?

nope. I did the AOL chat rooms and pulled a bunch of ass. then I went on to myspace.

Originally Posted by GRIFFIN

nope. I did the AOL chat rooms and pulled a bunch of ass. then I went on to myspace.

My buddy killed much poon on AOL back in the late 90's. Those were the days!

Originally Posted by M3Inline6

My buddy killed much poon on AOL back in the late 90's. Those were the days!

I did it in the mid to late 90's. everyone was so trusting, then a couple of pervents fvcked it up for everyone.

Originally Posted by GRIFFIN

I did it in the mid to late 90's. everyone was so trusting, then a couple of pervents fvcked it up for everyone.

So...you and one other guy?

Generation of Entitlement.. sad state of affairs we have going on in this nation..

Sent from my damn phone

I have no idea what's going on in this thread

Originally Posted by VaderDave

So...you and one other guy?

Originally Posted by 217Bimmer

let's be real. your real problem is they were ugly skanks. if these were two hot broads who cut you, you would have said idgaf, much like idgaf about your shitty story. why didn't you throw habenero sauce in their eyes?

griffin dont gaf....he beat bitches up and shoot skeet into their eyes

Originally Posted by v8 5

I have no idea what's going on in this thread

Reminiscing on the days when we used to rummage through chat clients on a hunt for poon.

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since.

“Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”

He didn’t say any more, but we’ve always been unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that. In consequence, I’m inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores. The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person, and so it came about that in college I was unjustly accused of being a politician, because I was privy to the secret griefs of wild, unknown men. Most of the confidences were unsought — frequently I have feigned sleep, preoccupation, or a hostile levity when I realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon; for the intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions. Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope. I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth.

Originally Posted by BruceWonder

griffin dont gaf....he beat bitches up and shoot skeet into their eyes

Originally Posted by Brucifer325

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since.

“Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”

He didn’t say any more, but we’ve always been unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that. In consequence, I’m inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores. The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person, and so it came about that in college I was unjustly accused of being a politician, because I was privy to the secret griefs of wild, unknown men. Most of the confidences were unsought — frequently I have feigned sleep, preoccupation, or a hostile levity when I realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon; for the intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions. Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope. I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth.

Originally Posted by Brucifer325

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since.

“Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”

He didn’t say any more, but we’ve always been unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that. In consequence, I’m inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores. The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person, and so it came about that in college I was unjustly accused of being a politician, because I was privy to the secret griefs of wild, unknown men. Most of the confidences were unsought — frequently I have feigned sleep, preoccupation, or a hostile levity when I realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon; for the intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions. Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope. I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth.