September 18, 2005

Boredom = Shitty Update

As its raining outside and we've ridden carls too many times im stuck inside chilling on myspace, hasseling luke and looking through old pictures, so why not do an update with old/new/boring/whateverthefuck pictures.


P.I.M.P's

Yesterday we had a bit of a painting morning at my house, even thoe all I did was paint my Tree cap.
So I figured that I may aswell grab some pics of their stunt machines post-paint.


Simon's S&M


Codys FBM

Heres a couple of misc. pics which you may or may not have seen:


George, 360, Lukes camera is the best.


Steven, table from Monday's ride.


Simon, Turndown


Simons dance moves are smoother than MC Hammers !!

Seems funny that I'm the one organising this jam and my websites the last one to get the Flyer up.

I'm trying to figure out a place for an after-party, hopefully Simons, but there will definatly be one somewhere.

I heard on Hauraki today that the lead singer of Creedence Clearwater revival is coming to NZ sooner than later, I can't wait.

So i just got done talking to luke, heres a quick run down of it:

Luke, says:
matey
Luke, says:
u had tea?
Ryan says:
chuuur bey
Ryan says:
hot new pic
Luke, says:
what u have?
Ryan says:
sizzler susages, potatoe and brocolli
Ryan says:
why do you ask?
Luke, says:
cuase im gunna eat your shit tonitew
Ryan says:
you're going to give me a rim job!!!!???
Ryan says:
fuuuuck, i can't wait
Luke, says:
warm up ya poohole matey
Ryan says:
ooo trust me babe, its ready

*Luke* so yeh here more from the night..


Ryan says:
i shall
Luke, says:
what u got?
Luke, says:
nude pics?
Luke, says:
hahah ahve you heard the conspiracy?
Ryan says:
only of my member soft
Ryan says:
the conspiracy?
Luke, says:
some one of fraser myuspaces bitches is trying to get pic of u naked to send to fraser
Luke, says:
hahaha
Ryan says:
what the cruuuuuck
Ryan says:
like who?
Luke, says:
fraser wants to compare
Luke, says:
llolol
Ryan says:
well . . .word on the street is that his dong is huuuuge
Ryan says:
im pretty jealous aye
Luke, says:
yeh wouldnt fit in my cunt
Ryan says:
prolly going to get surgey soon . . .implant that shit up
Luke, says:
ahahah that shit was on 2020 u have huge dick and a small knob hahahahahahhahh

then , what doesn someone else say?


milo..... says:
box and magic wand
Luke, says:
check that ne wupdat eon prophecy ryan don eit
Luke, says:
thers some of me and ryan msn convo down the bootom
Luke, says:
u read?
milo..... says:
yep im going to it now
milo..... says:
omg wtf
Luke, says:
fudked up aye
milo..... says:
its not real thogh?

I found this wee article on a website . . . definatly a good read:

Quest for Firewater
When it comes to seeking out adventure, there is no better companion than alcohol. Think back to the greatest adventures of your life, those scenes so wild you sometimes wonder if you saw them in a movie and merely adopted them as your own. It’s a pretty good bet that alcohol had at least a cameo, if not a leading role.

Which makes it a very valuable asset, for there is very little adventure to be had in today’s humdrum world. All the cool stuff has already been done. The highest mountain tops are littered with dozens of flags, the deepest jungles are thick with tourists with camcorders blazing, and at least three different minisubs have probed the inky recesses of Loch Ness. Let’s face it: we are the inheritors of a second-hand planet.

Which is why we have to rely so heavily on alcohol. It’s the original genie in a bottle and it can grant you three very important wishes that will help you seek out adventure, even if your expedition only takes you as far your local bar. Namely:

Self confidence. Pour a couple drinks down your throat and suddenly you’re a man with possibilities, with a real (if not entirely understood) purpose in life. Most of all, you’re a man willing to take chances, because you believe you can actually pull it off, whether it be winning over the girl at the next table or picking her boyfriend’s pocket. As Admiral Peary pointed out, “You will never reach your goal unless you are already there in your mind.” And we both know there’s nothing better than a skin full of liquor to get us out of our minds.

Big ideas. Alcohol is an excellent and extremely willing accomplice for any kooky idea you might come up with. And if you don’t have any kooky ideas in the hopper, it’s more than happy to supply a few of its own. Van Gogh noted, “You can never have enough ideas, so long as you’re willing to discard the bad ones.” Is flying to Prague to mastermind a pickpocket ring a bad idea? Maybe. But so is whipping dogs across a sheet of ice and cutting off your ear. But that didn’t stop Peary or Van Gogh, now did it?

Identifying your desires. Your real desires, not the desires society tries to foist on you. A sober person can wander around a mall all day without figuring out what sort of shirt he should buy, but a drunk knows exactly what he wants. He wants the girl at the next table, he wants a chili dog with all the fixings, and he wants to fly to Prague and mastermind a pickpocket ring. But first he’d like another drink.

With alcohol as your native guide, finding adventure is so easy you’ll probably stumble right over it. It’s getting the hungover guy to book the ticket to Prague that’s hard.—Frank Kelly Rich


So I'm pretty much out of things to say.

See you at the dirt jam.
-ryan

1 comment:

Caleb said...

Good on ya ryan keep those updates coming see you at da jam