The smell of barbecue
your turn.
Me getting blazed.
The sweet sound of topics being locked.
I don't hear it enough. :[
Laying down on a couch/bed/futon/anything.
Fire. wub;
FOOD! I'm not fat either.
penis time
I'm with you on the barbecue thing.
The massaging of ones genitals.
Watching little ten-year-old kids who think they're the shizzy-and-a-half at skateboarding fall on their face in their own driveway.
Sleep.
the click of a mouse. wub;
-Wanking
-Sleep after extreme exhaustion
-Lynching