Your number 35 I think...
Originally posted by Grand_Moff_GavAnd the story is much deeper than that...you know it!
Originally posted by ~Da Rev~
You couldn't have spiced it up, a little?
Okay, here's how it really went down. My best friend, Johnny Depp, and I were hiking on a trail of chocolate in Yosemite National Park one day. Just for kicks, we decided to make up names for our love slaves, a group of rabid wild women we met while skydiving in Geneva. We thought long and hard, came up with stuff like . . . The Flaming Leotards, Dead Monkey, The Killers, My Chemical Romance, etc . . . suddenly, I said to myself, "Boy, I sure am a Tired Hiker." We then looked at eachother and said, "The Tired Hikers!"
Ten years later, I had learned to play the bass guitar, and Johnny Depp became a Pirate, but we still meet on a weekly basis to sex up our love slaves, The Tired Hikers! 😄
Originally posted by -Tired Hiker-And now i'm turned on.
Okay, here's how it really went down. My best friend, Johnny Depp, and I were hiking on a trail of chocolate in Yosemite National Park one day. Just for kicks, we decided to make up names for our love slave, a group of rabid wild women we met while skydiving in Geneva. We thought long and hard, came up with stuff like . . . The Flaming Leotards, Dead Monkey, The Killers, My Chemical Romance, etc . . . suddenly, I said to myself, "Boy, I sure am a Tired Hiker." We then looked at eachother and said, "The Tired Hikers!"Ten years later, I had learned to play the bass guitar, and Johnny Depp became a Pirate, but we still meet on a weekly basis to sex up our love slaves, The Tired Hikers! 😄