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Areola Grande

it's a free country u pervs


guess what it's still hotter than

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Kaiser Schnitzel

Schnitzel mit uns


OP I have driven over the chattahoochee river many dozens of times in my life and I can assure you, that muddy water means NOTHING to me


https://i.imgur.com/R8ctked.mp4
ty Manifisto for this wonderful sig!


Kaiser Schnitzel

Schnitzel mit uns


I am probably going to lay a little rubber on some chattahoochee-adjacent Georgia asphalt myself in the next few weeks and I hope to learn a lot more about living and a little more about love in the 15 seconds I will be a over the chattahoochee


https://i.imgur.com/R8ctked.mp4
ty Manifisto for this wonderful sig!


Kaiser Schnitzel

Schnitzel mit uns


Traveling to all 4 Grundy counties desperately trying to find the wife auction


https://i.imgur.com/R8ctked.mp4
ty Manifisto for this wonderful sig!


How Wonderful!


I only have excellent ideas
entering the pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight to kill the lich within





-sig by Manifisto! goblin by Khanstant! News and possum by deep dish peat moss!

Areola Grande

it's a free country u pervs

How Wonderful! posted:

entering the pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight to kill the lich within

Areola Grande

it's a free country u pervs
they were all out of grape snow cones :negative:





spring sigs by nesamdoom and Ravenous Scoot

kuskus

I replaced my boot spurs with mandoline blades so I can cut kernels from corn cobs really fast by square dancing in a bucket of fresh cobs
plus alan jackson lyrics

nut

poo poo my britches doing the hoochie coochie agin

Randy Travesty

PHANTOM QUEEN


Got a little crazy but I never got caught touching the chattahoochee with my rear end and feet

FutonForensic

never had a plan, just livin' for the minute


ah poo poo, it's a new minute. guess ill die. really wished i planned better


Areola Grande

it's a free country u pervs

FutonForensic posted:

never had a plan, just livin' for the minute


ah poo poo, it's a new minute. guess ill die. really wished i planned better

lol

Escape From Noise

prepuce repurposed posted:



guess what it's still hotter than

A sip of raspberry boochy?

Escape From Noise

Another lonely night with a burger down by the river. Wincing at the sting of the mustard. I asked for none! Oh well. Too late to turn back now.

biosterous




FutonForensic posted:

never had a plan, just livin' for the minute


ah poo poo, it's a new minute. guess ill die. really wished i planned better



thank you saoshyant for this sig!!!
gallery of sigs


he/him

Randy Travesty

PHANTOM QUEEN


The pale moonlight shines upon a weathered pyramid of cans. A fire pit sits, cold and unkempt, the ashes scattering in a chill wind. The nearby Chattahoochee laps against the banks forlornly.

The truck, long out of gas and rusting, all four tires long flattened and rotted out. The tinny portable radio still playing Merle Haggard, weakly, from a cassette tape, wheezes and clicks through another rewind and play.

No one will find you. No one ever looked. You are alone at the end of this world.

Areola Grande

it's a free country u pervs
the starry georgia sky casts a silvery pallor over the rippling waters, like so many grape snow cones gushing forth, moving as one liquid being in the night.

the long abandoned burger shop lists to one side in the night wind, waiting for the crawling ivies of the riverbank to reclaim it. the sound of creaking metal twisting in the breeze is the only voice to be heard here in this forgotten place

you'll always be willing, but she'll never be ready because she's in the ground now, just like everyone you ever knew

Escape From Noise

I met a traveller from way down yonder,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless pyramids of cans
Stand in the pale moonlight. . . . Near them, on the muddy water,
Half sunk a shattered truck lies, whose fogged windows,
And grape snow cones, and sneer of cold burger,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that lived for the minute, and the heart that laid rubber;
And on the Georgia asphalt, these words appear:
My name is Alan Jackson, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
But he never got caught. Round the decay
Of that colossal hoochie coochie, boundless and bare
The lone and level muddy waters stretch far away.

Areola Grande

it's a free country u pervs

Escape From Noise posted:

I met a traveller from way down yonder,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless pyramids of cans
Stand in the pale moonlight. . . . Near them, on the muddy water,
Half sunk a shattered truck lies, whose fogged windows,
And grape snow cones, and sneer of cold burger,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that lived for the minute, and the heart that laid rubber;
And on the Georgia asphalt, these words appear:
My name is Alan Jackson, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
But he never got caught. Round the decay
Of that colossal hoochie coochie, boundless and bare
The lone and level muddy waters stretch far away.

drat dude

Escape From Noise

For sale: hoochie coochie, never caught.

Areola Grande

it's a free country u pervs


with this information I'm prepared to posit that the chattahoochee river is at least 99° fahrenheit. that seems plausible

Areola Grande

it's a free country u pervs

nut posted:

poo poo my britches doing the hoochie coochie agin

:whoptc:

Areola Grande

it's a free country u pervs

Escape From Noise posted:

For sale: hoochie coochie, never caught.

:mods:

GODSPEED JOHN GLENN


I put my thumb up my bum and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth.


Escape From Noise posted:

I met a traveller from way down yonder,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless pyramids of cans
Stand in the pale moonlight. . . . Near them, on the muddy water,
Half sunk a shattered truck lies, whose fogged windows,
And grape snow cones, and sneer of cold burger,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that lived for the minute, and the heart that laid rubber;
And on the Georgia asphalt, these words appear:
My name is Alan Jackson, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
But he never got caught. Round the decay
Of that colossal hoochie coochie, boundless and bare
The lone and level muddy waters stretch far away.

nut


dont worry i never got caught

Randy Travesty

PHANTOM QUEEN


Friday night. River party. It's hotter than... Well, a hoochie coochie. You see her. Walking across toward you. Passing the fire pit, under the pale moonlight. Her surface, glistening. Her mountains, blue.

That's right, boys, the sentient spirit of a Beeramid is walking toward you. You were willing, but, she is not ready.

Areola Grande

it's a free country u pervs
thinking srsly about getting this thread published. I'm consumed. Real post





spring sigs by nesamdoom and Ravenous Scoot

Areola Grande

it's a free country u pervs
still waiting for a hoochie testimonial 2 cite in the liner notes :allears:





spring sigs by nesamdoom and Ravenous Scoot

Escape From Noise

Chattanooga Chickencheese

Elmnt80


Escape From Noise posted:

I met a traveller from way down yonder,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless pyramids of cans
Stand in the pale moonlight. . . . Near them, on the muddy water,
Half sunk a shattered truck lies, whose fogged windows,
And grape snow cones, and sneer of cold burger,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that lived for the minute, and the heart that laid rubber;
And on the Georgia asphalt, these words appear:
My name is Alan Jackson, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
But he never got caught. Round the decay
Of that colossal hoochie coochie, boundless and bare
The lone and level muddy waters stretch far away.

google THIS

Escape From Noise posted:

I met a traveller from way down yonder,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless pyramids of cans
Stand in the pale moonlight. . . . Near them, on the muddy water,
Half sunk a shattered truck lies, whose fogged windows,
And grape snow cones, and sneer of cold burger,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that lived for the minute, and the heart that laid rubber;
And on the Georgia asphalt, these words appear:
My name is Alan Jackson, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
But he never got caught. Round the decay
Of that colossal hoochie coochie, boundless and bare
The lone and level muddy waters stretch far away.

alnilam

Escape From Noise posted:

I met a traveller from way down yonder,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless pyramids of cans
Stand in the pale moonlight. . . . Near them, on the muddy water,
Half sunk a shattered truck lies, whose fogged windows,
And grape snow cones, and sneer of cold burger,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that lived for the minute, and the heart that laid rubber;
And on the Georgia asphalt, these words appear:
My name is Alan Jackson, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
But he never got caught. Round the decay
Of that colossal hoochie coochie, boundless and bare
The lone and level muddy waters stretch far away.

holy poo poo



ty manifisto

Randy Travesty

PHANTOM QUEEN


Escape From Noise posted:

I met a traveller from way down yonder,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless pyramids of cans
Stand in the pale moonlight. . . . Near them, on the muddy water,
Half sunk a shattered truck lies, whose fogged windows,
And grape snow cones, and sneer of cold burger,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that lived for the minute, and the heart that laid rubber;
And on the Georgia asphalt, these words appear:
My name is Alan Jackson, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
But he never got caught. Round the decay
Of that colossal hoochie coochie, boundless and bare
The lone and level muddy waters stretch far away.

Shut it down this is the best

Areola Grande

it's a free country u pervs

Teddy Thunders posted:

Shut it down this is the best

agreed. /thread

Escape From Noise

Oh no! I killed a thread!

Areola Grande

it's a free country u pervs
I mean what else is there to say about the song chattahoochee

Escape From Noise

prepuce repurposed posted:

I mean what else is there to say about the song chattahoochee

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RUUNslMcGh8

Elmnt80


I'm very sad I can't goldmine non AI threads right now.

Areola Grande

it's a free country u pervs
I learned who I was ITT :tipshat:





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