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I love bush!The Pussy, NOT the president !

Okay, Kumar.

Ah, you like your women the same as you like your leaders: Bushless.But to stay on topic... pfft, just kidding!

My fella has that shirt

I KNEW someone, most likely you would get that reference.Honestly I prefer shaved, or a nice landing strip. I hate yacking up hairballs in the morning like a fucking cat.

I'm the opposite, shaved ain't for me. That doesn't mean that I go in for the 1970's o-natural look though either. The landing strip is okay but I like more fur than that, as long as it's trimmed.....what the hell was this thread about anyway?

Evilness. So I guess this has stayed on topic, as I believe bushes...of any sort to be evil

I have no idea what it WAS about but now its about bushes.and BMOC, how are bushes (not hte president or the pussy) evil? did one eat your kite or something as a child?

Thanks man, that kite incident was a repressed memory!! Fucketh all! long story short...the bush tore my kite so I had to go Steven Seagal on his ass.

No...it wasn't about Bush or bushes being evil.It was about finding evil behind every bush.Or a kite behind every bush.Or evil behind every kite.Dammit! I'm confused...

I was flying a kite on a beach at 5am a few weeks ago. It was fun, altho it did attack a few people. Maybe kites are the source of all evil...

Weren't you pro-Bush back in '04 when you thought that we needed someone to stand up to the terrorists?

I just finished reading The Kite Runner and learned about a whole new dimension of flying kites. I'd never heard of battling kites before. Like coating the string with little glass shards to cut the other guy's kit down out of the sky. Sounds really cool, except for the inevitable scarred up hands.I haven't flown a kite since the Pac-Man administration.

as a child of his mid 20's I used to glue in razor blades to teh edge of my kites and try to cut the string on other peoples kites.I never thought of the tails.when you do cut a string, that kite just sails off, its odd to see a kite 200 feet up with no string going where it wants to.it was a black kite with no marks on it, I HAD to put the razors on it.

Brilliant post!That's more like the childhood I remember.If I ever saw another kids dick, other than my brother's or the boys in gym class, it was an accident.And girls - they were something I fit around my day to day childhood activities. They weren't the activities. Well...except that one time...okay, two times.

I think it's only baggage if people consider it so.In my childhood I was in the Boy Scouts, and on scout camps there was a good deal of limited experimentation at night. I was much too shy to be involved in any way, but I don't think that made me any better than those who did not abstain from such activities. I don't think their lives were blighted - I think it didn't matter at all. It was part of childhood insouciance, and surely less anti-social than scratching things in the sauna walls.What worries me far more is the proportion of young people now who are depressed or stressed or anxious and find need for relief in drugs.