Bloodwinter Clan

I remember I was hammering on a fence in the backyard when Dad approached. He was carrying a letter or something in his hand, and he looked worried. I continued to hammer as he came toward me. "Son," he said, "why are you hammering on that fence? It already has plenty of nails in it." "Oh, I'm not using nails," I replied. "I'm just hammering." With that, I returned to my hammering. Dad asked me to stop hammering, as he had some news. I did stop hammering, but first I got a couple more hammers in, and this seemed to make Dad mad. "I said, stop hammering!" he yelled. I think he felt bad for yelling at me, especially since it looked like he had bad news. "Look," he said, "you can hammer later, but first-" Well, I didn't even wait to hear the rest. As soon as I heard "You can hammer," that's what I started doing. Hammering away, happy as an old hammer dog. Dad tried to physically stop me from hammering by inserting a small log of some sort between my hammer and the fence. But I just kept on hammering, 'cause that's the way I am when I get that hammer going. Then, he just grabbed my arm and made me stop. "I'm afraid I have some news for you," he said. I swear, what I did next was not hammering. I was just letting the hammer swing lazily at arm's length, and maybe it tapped the fence once or twice, but that's all. That apparently didn't make any difference whatsoever to Dad, because he just grabbed my hammer out of my hand and flung it across the field. And when I saw my hammer flying helplessly through the air like that, I just couldn't take it. I burst out crying, I admit it. And I ran to the house, as fast as my legs could take me. "Son, come back!" yelled Dad. "What about your hammer?!" But I could not have cared less about hammering at that point. I ran into the house and flung myself onto my bed, pounding the bed with my fists. I pounded and pounded, until finally, behind me, I heard a voice. "As long as you're pounding, why not use this?" I turned, and it was Dad, holding a brand-new solid-gold hammer. I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes and ran to Dad's outstretched arms. But suddenly, he jumped out of the way, and I went sailing through the second-story window behind him. Whenever I hear about a kid getting in trouble with drugs, I like to tell him this story.

puff puff pass

You're hurt pytt....wicked....hurt.

hehe i thought it was a nice story

A kid I went to school with just got busted in Japan for trafficking of cocaine. He is going to do 10-20 years in the Japanese penial system. His mom will probally commit suicide because of the shame, and his dad will have to fly to Japan and find an attorney. I'm glad I don't deal drugs. Good times.

Rolo, will you marry me? I promise to help you take really good care of your hammer and you can also pound me anytime. Err I mean around me, yes thats it, around me.

I do believe that the southern California sun has gotten to my man Dan. Someone needs to go rescue him and bury him in a Rochester snowdrift for a few days and he'll be just fine. That or he's just gotten into some peyote, in which case he needs to mail his good buddy Dyarg a root or two.

-D to the Yizzarg

Japanese penal system, oh he is so fucked. A lot diff over there and they take drugs serious. Not like a lawyer will help and I honestly doubt his father could afford it. Lawyers in Japan are by far the highest payed profession in the country.

LET THE CAINING BEGIN!

i dont get it
that story has a moral end? or is it so wound up in itself that it confuses more than it helps.

The moral of the storie is that Pytt is a socially inept hammer whacking assclowning crotch pheasant.



EDIT: damnit if i wasnt at work i would photoshop rolo's head onto that pheasant.....

What in all holy hell are you tlaking about crotch pheasant ass pirating butt hole muncher?

Hhahahahahah that's an awesome picture of supreem.

what was in the letter?

taking that fucking shit off of your avatar before i fucking come to LA with a shotgun you goddamn load hugging cock mongrel