tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205931792024-03-12T19:59:20.618-07:00Is this thing on?BigOsohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14866107875949323247noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20593179.post-76651186497589653892009-05-29T11:44:00.000-07:002009-05-29T11:45:03.929-07:00in belizei'm in belize...out of touch....and just went swimming in the ocean with my cell phone in my pocket.BigOsohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14866107875949323247noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20593179.post-86706509215126227012008-06-16T04:42:00.000-07:002008-06-16T04:44:11.966-07:00The JungleNot that anyone ever reads this, but if someone should, I'm not around. I am spending the summer in Belize working on an archaeological project. By the way, for anyone into pain, I highly recommend fire ants.BigOsohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14866107875949323247noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20593179.post-74617587809322895322007-08-25T15:29:00.000-07:002007-08-25T15:33:46.729-07:00new new favorite songDOWN by Gravity Kills.<br /><br />I'm your fear<br />I'm your monster<br />What's hiding in your shadow?<br />Is it taking what's left of you?<br />Now take me, <br />now lead me from you<br />Now take me from the light that's dying in your eye<br />I'm finding out <br />what's left of you<br />you're burning out<br />What's left of you? <br />Choking on doubt, you're choking<br />Way down <br />way down now <br />what's left of you<br />See no fear, speak no evil<br />Are you screaming out to no one as you fall down a mountain of pride<br />I feel you, <br />my eyes wide open<br />I feel you, <br />do you think you can save yourself in time<br />I'm finding out <br />what's left of you, <br />you're burning out<br />What's left of you? <br />Choking on doubt, you're choking<br />Way down <br />way down now <br />what's left of you<br />What you see, <br />what tears into you<br />Behind the wheel that leads you, <br />are you facing a truth that Won't die? <br />Now take me, <br />now lead me from you<br />Now take me from the light that's dying in your eye<br />I'm finding out <br />what's left of you, <br />I'm finding out <br />what's left of you<br />You're burning out <br />what's left of you, <br />you're king of doubt,<br />You're choking, way down, <br />way down now, <br />what's left of you<br />What's left of you, <br />you're burning out, <br />what's left of you<br />Choking on doubt, you're choking<br />Way down, <br />way down now, <br />what's left of youBigOsohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14866107875949323247noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20593179.post-77611711093376733972007-06-01T15:42:00.000-07:002007-06-01T15:47:03.947-07:00My new favorite song<strong>She and Mr Jones - Uncensored<br />Lords of Acid</strong><br /><br />Hey motherfucker, are you jerking off again <br />You horny little bastard can't do anything right <br />You can't fuck, you can't suck, let me beat that dick <br />You see, you gotta do it faster, faster, faster, faster <br /><br />Hey, baby make me wet. Please tie me to your bed <br />Whip my body, make me sweat, whip my body make me sweat <br />Hey baby make me wet <br /><br />Suck me loud and suck me long, baby's gonna make me come <br />Make me scream and make me shout, let your tongue go in and out <br />On the table, on the floor, baby make me beg for more <br />On the backseat of the car, baby's gonna drive me far <br /><br />Hey baby make me wet............ <br /><br />Eat that pussy, chew it up. Come on baby make me drop <br />From the bed onto the floor, give me what I'm asking for <br />Jump my body through the night, baby takes me for a ride <br />Put me on your burning spear, drink my juices like a beer <br /><br />Give me all the fun you got, do it 'cause I'm sweet and hot <br />Fuck me like I know you can baby show me you're a man <br />Lick me up and try me down, fingers going round and round <br />Carress my boobs and lick my feet baby take away the heat <br /><br />Hey baby make me wetBigOsohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14866107875949323247noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20593179.post-76168396961305584592007-03-20T19:41:00.000-07:002007-03-20T19:42:20.840-07:00Why Rugby is like sex.Rugby is just like sex because....... 15 positions, 80 minutes, and limited substitutions.BigOsohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14866107875949323247noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20593179.post-18043690664807625982007-02-19T15:22:00.000-08:002007-03-06T06:51:20.162-08:00Why women are like rugby pitches<a href="http://www.earlham.edu/~markp/mgmt_2003/schedule/7_styles/rugby_files/pitch.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.earlham.edu/~markp/mgmt_2003/schedule/7_styles/rugby_files/pitch.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.earlham.edu/~markp/mgmt_2003/schedule/7_styles/rugby_files/pitch.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br />1. There is a vast difference in grounds with regards to length and width, thus varying the quality of the play.<br />2. Pitches vary from the well-grassed to the completely bald.<br />3. Remember it is possible to score at both ends, but one end per 40 minutes is favourable.<br />4. Tackling from behind is not always an offence - check with ground owner.<br />5. Be careful, as after a few pints a pitch appears to be of Premiership standard but in reality would not even be eligible as a city dump.<br />6. Only some grounds offer seven-a-side facilities.<br />7. Don't ever make public your desires to play at Wembley, also,never mention pitches previously visited.<br />8. Extra time is dependent on subsequent pitch bookings.<br />9. From time-to-time the goal may be obstructed by a highly absorbent fullback.<br />10. When building a team it is always nice to finish with Seaman at the back.<br />11. Wet pitches allow for long sliding tackles.<br />12. Always tread carefully when leaving the pitch and entering the tunnel.<br />13. Russian grounds are frequently very grassy..<br />14. It is illegal to play on small, unturfed pitches.<br />And most important of all……<br />15. Always be on the look out for grounds that host ladies rugby two evenings a week<br /> </div>BigOsohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14866107875949323247noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20593179.post-1169647408675091772007-01-24T06:02:00.000-08:002007-01-24T06:03:28.676-08:00Play Time<div align="center"><a href="http://hugo-sb.way-nifty.com/hugo_sb/imgs0509/anal_ring_toss.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://hugo-sb.way-nifty.com/hugo_sb/imgs0509/anal_ring_toss.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;">The picture pretty much says it all, don't you think?</span></div>BigOsohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14866107875949323247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20593179.post-1163983479221379272006-11-19T16:41:00.000-08:002006-11-19T16:44:39.236-08:00Saturday is a Rugby Day.<div align="center"><a href="http://www.bikersrights.com/general/images/roadkill.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.bikersrights.com/general/images/roadkill.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;">But on Sunday, I feel like Roadkill.</span> </em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>(and I don't mean for dinner)</em></span></div>BigOsohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14866107875949323247noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20593179.post-1163520787784330352006-11-14T08:01:00.000-08:002006-11-14T08:13:07.836-08:00Champs<div align="center"><a href="http://fuk.ca/coeds/tgp/021206/photo13.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://fuk.ca/coeds/tgp/021206/photo13.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Somehow...we are the division champions. An undefeated regualar season, so in the spring we get to travel for playoffs all that fun stuff. </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Rugby groupies feel free to reserve your seats on the bus now. </strong></span></div>BigOsohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14866107875949323247noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20593179.post-1161907928665687782006-10-26T16:59:00.000-07:002006-10-26T17:12:08.683-07:00GRRRRRRR!<a href="http://www2.gvsu.edu/~thomasmr/RugbyCartoon.gif"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www2.gvsu.edu/~thomasmr/RugbyCartoon.gif" border="0" /></a>BigOsohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14866107875949323247noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20593179.post-1159755640675134072006-10-01T19:16:00.000-07:002006-10-01T19:20:40.693-07:00I should have stayed on the couch!<a href="http://um-jmh.org/images/healthlibrary/Homecare_DS.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://um-jmh.org/images/healthlibrary/Homecare_DS.jpg" border="0" /></a>BigOsohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14866107875949323247noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20593179.post-1159040619062318462006-09-23T12:37:00.000-07:002006-09-23T12:43:39.076-07:00<a href="http://www.gascogne.fr/images/rugby.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.gascogne.fr/images/rugby.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Well...finally got my ass off the couch...and started doing something. Yesterday was my first rugby practice. I am twice as old as the rest of the team...but I'm also twice as big.....they tremble at my approach....and stand in awe in my wake. My blog, my lies.BigOsohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14866107875949323247noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20593179.post-1158214956377753722006-09-13T23:15:00.000-07:002006-09-13T23:22:36.390-07:00Why?<a href="http://www.alibaba.com/photo/10178885/Lycopene_Soft_Capsule.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.alibaba.com/photo/10178885/Lycopene_Soft_Capsule.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Today.....my friend "H" tried to kill herself with an overdose of pills. She suffers from cancer, an idiot husband, and low self esteem. I sit her, waiting to hear word from her half way across the country, and realize that eventually she will be gone. I want to believe there is something after, some where for her to go..... but I cannot fool myself. I want to believe in a God and a heaven, or re-incarnation, or even ghosts, so that when she is gone, there will be something left of her. But the fact is, when we die, thats it. It's over. There is no white light, no judgement, no reward and punishment. Life would be easier if I could swallow the lie of religion, but damn it..... I cannot delude myself. FUCK!BigOsohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14866107875949323247noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20593179.post-1157350210180042472006-09-03T23:07:00.000-07:002006-09-03T23:10:10.193-07:00I'm back<a href="http://www.aniway.fi/taustakuvat/gallery1/images/stonehenge.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.aniway.fi/taustakuvat/gallery1/images/stonehenge.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Stonehenge rocked.....no pun intended.BigOsohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14866107875949323247noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20593179.post-1155852198146636202006-08-17T15:01:00.000-07:002006-08-17T15:15:25.476-07:00My screwed up tattoo<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">This is the tattoo they screwed up.....Fuck!</span></div>BigOsohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14866107875949323247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20593179.post-1152664630714073702006-07-11T17:36:00.000-07:002006-07-11T17:37:10.726-07:00I don't think I can take much more.......I just want it to end.BigOsohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14866107875949323247noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20593179.post-1151324666675591412006-06-26T05:22:00.000-07:002006-06-26T05:24:26.690-07:00Well...turns out I am still screwed up.....I don't know what is wrong with me, but this is driving me insane. I will double my dosage in about a week....maybe that will help. As things stand now tho, this is my last entry. Take care.BigOsohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14866107875949323247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20593179.post-1149219973887042782006-06-01T20:41:00.000-07:002006-06-01T20:47:55.316-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>I think....that things are finally starting to turn around for me. My emotions seem more in control, and I even allowed three drunk idiots to survive the other night at the Shock game (allthough the more I think about it, the more I regret that decision). I am even to the point were I can trust myself around people again. God I so hated feeling like that. To <span style="color:#ffff00;">P</span>....thank you for listening..... and to <span style="color:#cc0000;">S</span>....thank you for sticking it out, and thank you for your love. I'm not worth it....but I'm glad you did/do.</strong></span>BigOsohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14866107875949323247noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20593179.post-1148353885752566412006-05-22T20:09:00.000-07:002006-05-22T20:11:25.773-07:00Break TimeI won't be on blogger again for a while....my life has take an unexpected turn for the worse..... and has become to painful to talk about. Maybe later...when things sort out, I'll try again. Maybe not. A good friend mentioned the other day... that when I say "maybe" it allways means "no". Anyway, wish me luck.BigOsohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14866107875949323247noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20593179.post-1147931678436816802006-05-17T22:51:00.000-07:002006-05-17T22:54:38.446-07:00Sometimes I hate myself.God, I wish I could just learn to keep my fucking mouth shut sometimes. I swear, I could screw up a wet dream. I need to find myself a new job...possibly as a hermit or trapper somewhere where people would be safe from my stupid bullshit. Maybe a lighthouse keeper. Or mortician.... that way everybody is allready depressed before they get to me. Fuck.BigOsohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14866107875949323247noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20593179.post-1147667146608733702006-05-14T21:17:00.000-07:002006-05-14T21:25:46.620-07:00I was mean... I was horrible.... I was nasty and terrible.... and we laughed like kindergartners.... I had a wonderful time... and I teased her so bad.... but she has a sparkle when her back is up.... and she fights back... and can easily hold her own. She kicked me, punched me, and even hid cheese in my Jeep. God I love that woman.BigOsohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14866107875949323247noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20593179.post-1147043319267556142006-05-07T16:01:00.000-07:002006-05-07T16:10:37.183-07:00I need<div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">I need a rock to hide beneath<br />I need quiet<br />I need <span style="color:#ff0000;">S</span></span></div>BigOsohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14866107875949323247noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20593179.post-1146359636864179192006-04-29T18:09:00.000-07:002006-04-29T18:15:23.690-07:00The Ballad of Chasey Lain<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7191/2070/1600/Chasey_Lain.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7191/2070/400/Chasey_Lain.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Artist:Bloodhound Gang<br />Album:Hooray For Boobies<br />Title: The Ballad Of Chasey Lain </span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Dear Chasey Lain</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">I wrote to explain</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">I'm your biggest fan</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">I just wanted to ask</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Could I eat your ass?</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Write back as soon as you can</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">You've had a lotta dick</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Had a lotta dick</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">I've had a lotta time</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Had a lotta time</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">You've had a lotta dick ChaseyBut you ain't had mine</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Dear Chasey LainI wrote to complainYa never wrote me backHow could I ever eatYour ass when ya treatYour biggest fan like that?You've had a lotta dickHad a lotta dickI've had a lotta timeHad a lotta timeYou've had a lotta dick ChaseyBut you ain't had mine<br /></span><a href="http://servedby.advertising.com/click/site=0000031999/mnum=0000316574/genr=1/tkdt=B0P0R1T0/cstr=17356088=_44540d89,4475981024,31999^316574,0_/bnum=17356088" target="_blank"></a><br /><a href="http://servedby.advertising.com/click/site=31999/bnum=17356088" target="_blank"><br /></a><span style="font-size:180%;">Dear Chasey Lain</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">I wrote to constrain</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">This letter is my last</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">As your biggest fan</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">I must demand</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">You let me eat your ass</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">You've had a lotta dick</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Had a lotta dick</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">I've had a lotta time</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Had a lotta time</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">You've had a lotta dick ChaseyBut you ain't had mine</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">P.S.Mom and Dad this is Chasey,Chasey this is my mom and dad</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Now show ‘em them titties</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Now show ‘em them titties</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">P.S.Mom and Dad this is ChaseyChasey this is my mom and dad</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Now show ‘em them titties</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Now show ‘em them titties</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Would ya fuck me for blow?</span>BigOsohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14866107875949323247noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20593179.post-1146027131576561562006-04-25T21:45:00.000-07:002006-04-25T21:52:11.586-07:00King Sized<a href="http://sallystrand.com/Graphics/Archive/Gallery3/UnmadeBed.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://sallystrand.com/Graphics/Archive/Gallery3/UnmadeBed.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">I have been told.... on more than one occasion.... that I remind people of an unmade bed.... <em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Messy</span></em>, <span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>warm</em></span>, and <em><span style="color:#cc0000;">inviting</span></em>. That is perhaps the nicest thing anyone ever said to me. </span>BigOsohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14866107875949323247noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20593179.post-1145139722144945102006-04-15T15:11:00.000-07:002006-04-15T15:26:27.136-07:00Skills<a href="http://www.film-forward.com/napoleon.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.film-forward.com/napoleon.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Napoleon:Well, nobody's gonna go out with me.<br /><br />Pedro:Have you asked anybody yet?<br /><br />Napoleon:No, but who would? I don't even have any good skills.<br /><br />Pedro:What do you mean?<br /><br />Napoleon:You know, like numchuck skills, bow hunting skills, computer hacking skills. Girls only want boyfriends who have great skills.<br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Well guess what.... </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="font-size:180%;">I GOT SKILLS BABY!</span></span></span>BigOsohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14866107875949323247noreply@blogger.com1