Hakkımızda Johnny Wayne Knievel - American Superstar
JOHNNY WAYNE KNIEVEL: I WAS RAISED IN A CANE BREAK BY AN OLD MAMA LION...STOLEN BY GYPSIES... AND SOLD TO A CARNIVAL... WHERE I WORKED MY WAY UP FROM A GEEK TO RUNNING THE DANCING CHICKEN ATTRACTION WHEN COLONEL TOM MOVED ON... THERE I HEARD MY FIRST PHONOGRAPH RECORD... I WAS HOOKED... I FASHIONED A BANJO FROM AN ARMADILLO SHELL AND HIT THE ROAD ON MY OWN... THUMBED RIDES FROM SEA TO SHINING SEA AND BACK AGAIN TILL I FINALLY GOT A GIG WITH WASHBOARD SAM ON THE STREET IN CHICAGO... I FASHIONED A AMPLIFICATION SYSTEM OUT OF AN OLD STEUDEBAKER ALTERNATOR AND A STOLEN POLICE BULLHORN AND THE REST IS HISTORY
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i have seen a shuttle launch and an authentic florida gator. i can die happy now. except i would like to see you one more time before i die. let us make it happen? what say you?
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Why I'll be the Best 'Psycho' Ex-Girlfriend You've Ever Had! Date: 2008-09-20, 12:46PM EDT
I know that all your ex-girlfriends are 'psychos.' I've heard all about them since hardly a day goes by that you don't make some eye-rolling reference to 'that crazy bitch' who practically ruined your life and then went off and married some successful 'douchebag' leaving you to troll local college bars in search of no-strings-attached ass while she enjoys quiet weekends at home with her new in-laws in Connecticut. That selfish, cunt.
I know that you don't think I could ever be as good of a 'psycho ex' as she was. But, I assure you. I can. I'll be such a raving lunatic nutcase - you won't even remember her when I'm through with you. Try me.
For starters - I am great in bed. Isn't that how all the 'crazy' ones start out? You'll meet me at some party through some friend of a friend of a friend who knows I have 'whacko' potential but will fail to mention this to the chain of people through whom we are introduced because...quite frankly, our friends don't really care enough about either of us to keep our best interests in mind. Alternatively, they *do* have our best interests in mind but know that our dramatic personalities and overwhelming egos are forces too powerful for even the most friendly, logical advice. Thus, they abort all attempts to keep us apart and allow us to get drunk and grope each other publicly, shaking their heads all the while because..this shit is gonna' blow up big time.
Meantime, we'll already be upstairs, half undressed where you'll be too drunk to censor yourself so you'll make overly generous blubbering commentary about how 'sexy' I am (as I knock into a table
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