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Title: Shouts out to Travis. never forget
Post by: silvertone on December 17, 2013, 10:45:42 PM
travis. epic user. great posts.


A+++ would read post again.
Title: Re: Shouts out to Travis. never forget
Post by: Boogus Epirus Aurelius on December 17, 2013, 10:46:47 PM
I pray to him at every meal
Title: Re: Shouts out to Travis. never forget
Post by: Travis on December 17, 2013, 10:57:11 PM
OMQQQ bayb i luv u so much
Title: Re: Shouts out to Travis. never forget
Post by: 6M69I69B9 on December 18, 2013, 09:18:14 AM
i like travis
Title: Re: Shouts out to Travis. never forget
Post by: TooB on December 18, 2013, 09:53:35 AM
Where did he go?
Title: Re: Shouts out to Travis. never forget
Post by: silvertone on December 18, 2013, 10:54:44 AM
he comesa nd goes but he mostly goes
Title: Re: Shouts out to Travis. never forget
Post by: ncba93ivyase on December 18, 2013, 11:56:04 AM
for me he mostly comes
Title: Re: Shouts out to Travis. never forget
Post by: Travis on December 19, 2013, 12:39:39 AM
Quote from: Pancake Persona on December 18, 2013, 11:56:04 AM
for me he mostly comes
Title: Re: Shouts out to Travis. never forget
Post by: ME## on December 19, 2013, 06:29:06 PM
stia con noi pls
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Post by: Hippopo on December 19, 2013, 06:42:21 PM
What is a Travis?
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Post by: Boogus Epirus Aurelius on December 19, 2013, 10:43:30 PM
Funny story about Travis....

Back about three years ago, I was a little down on my luck. Got a little behind on rent and I owed the bookie down the street about five hundred bucks and I was stuck eating beef bouillon cubes and drinking ditch-water from my neighbor's lawn.

So, one day, I hear these knocks on my door, right? Real authoritative knocks, these. The kind of knock the big-bald headed cop would make in one of those prime-time CBS crime dramas.

Then I hear "boognish, yer time's up shithead. Pay up or else!"

The bookie kicks down my door and his cronies, all "little people", all of them under four feet, start swarming my room, knocking over my lamp and kicking out my tv tube. Then, as they start for my face, I see this light down by the hallway. It's Travis with a ham and cheese hot-pocket in one hand and the biggest handgun I've ever seen in the other. The fuckers just scatter, even the bookie.

Travis walks up to my bed and drops a little bit of paper on the covers without saying a word, and then leaves.

The piece of paper was a scratch-off lottery ticket. Ended up winning Twenty five thousand dollars from it.

Cheers Travis!