livin-on-self-destruct Posted February 9, 2007 Share Posted February 9, 2007 hey, prolly gonna somehow get hated on, but anyone know anywhere in ohio to buy montana, caps, belton, etc(other then online obviously)? thanks Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mensa Posted February 9, 2007 Share Posted February 9, 2007 post this in the "Graff shops" thread in third rail. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
WhereEaglesDare Posted February 9, 2007 Share Posted February 9, 2007 hey, prolly gonna somehow get hated on..... thanks If you knew you were "prolly" "gonna" get "hated on", they why did you post this thread in the first place jackass? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
livin-on-self-destruct Posted February 9, 2007 Author Share Posted February 9, 2007 cuz i wanna kno and dont really care anyways Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
livin-on-self-destruct Posted February 9, 2007 Author Share Posted February 9, 2007 anyone know tho? i couldnt find it anywhere Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mensa Posted February 9, 2007 Share Posted February 9, 2007 :nope: did you even post it where I told you to? :nope: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
livin-on-self-destruct Posted February 9, 2007 Author Share Posted February 9, 2007 yes noone responded Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dick Quickwood Posted February 10, 2007 Share Posted February 10, 2007 this guy knows Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Smart Posted February 11, 2007 Share Posted February 11, 2007 So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. 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-galunga. 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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