tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12203828.post6311676239902268886..comments2023-10-30T03:41:11.908-04:00Comments on BigRingCircus: Motor TouringJuanchohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01283672346601878803noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12203828.post-8956741635438071452008-03-04T09:01:00.000-05:002008-03-04T09:01:00.000-05:00This blog is gettin' too high-falutin' for me.This blog is gettin' too high-falutin' for me.LoPohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13654988436386324309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12203828.post-8996151929733377172008-03-04T08:25:00.000-05:002008-03-04T08:25:00.000-05:00Yes, tightee whitee but the "Dixielicious" is an i...Yes, tightee whitee but the "Dixielicious" is an iron-on; you don't think I got loot for the REAL stuff do ya? The ferrari's not even mine!<BR/>BooYaa for the free press, Power to the Creeple.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12203828.post-62626912095243663002008-03-03T22:10:00.000-05:002008-03-03T22:10:00.000-05:00I'm only kidding. If we can't write about grown me...I'm only kidding. If we can't write about grown men in gross clothing there would be no BRC.Juanchohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01283672346601878803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12203828.post-19320132099559339422008-03-03T22:00:00.000-05:002008-03-03T22:00:00.000-05:00Sorry. :S Yikes! I have to say it was purely ba...Sorry. :S Yikes! I have to say it was purely based on a fairly recent past comment I remembered, where he was joking about a white Speedo. <BR/><BR/>Actually, I am not sure if he was joking. And, like the old bag said, that mental picture was seared. :S <BR/><BR/>OK, I am now officially horrified for bringing it up again.nicolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12203828.post-14075018340210876162008-03-03T21:14:00.000-05:002008-03-03T21:14:00.000-05:00...the vision is seared into my brain, and I don't......the vision is seared into my brain, and I don't even know Magnum....The Old Baghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08102309231670261719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12203828.post-54217361208857323342008-03-03T19:54:00.000-05:002008-03-03T19:54:00.000-05:00eeewww, this is the closest I have ever come to ce...eeewww, this is the closest I have ever come to censoring this site.Juanchohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01283672346601878803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12203828.post-62958224742241831382008-03-03T18:21:00.000-05:002008-03-03T18:21:00.000-05:00Haha! Underoos? I thought you were the "white Sp...Haha! Underoos? I thought you were the "white Speedo" guy.nicolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12203828.post-14971244941236375812008-03-03T15:40:00.000-05:002008-03-03T15:40:00.000-05:00Damn straight! I'm wearing "Dixielicious" underoo...Damn straight! I'm wearing "Dixielicious" underoos right now at work; ha, the secret life of a BooYaacrat!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12203828.post-69623918517151580302008-03-03T14:51:00.000-05:002008-03-03T14:51:00.000-05:00What are the chances...bike church had a special e...What are the chances...<BR/>bike church had a special edition, down the st.marks to the refugee, and onto some sweet single-track and levee riding. Saw: Gator, Otter, Deer, Boar, Eagle, Unicorn, shesh.<BR/>On the way back, as we passed Oust's, I tried to get my brethern to pause for fried-oyster po-boys and beer, but they weren't buyin in. fun though.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12203828.post-13523459917575155552008-03-03T14:24:00.000-05:002008-03-03T14:24:00.000-05:00Nice post, man yall are some yarn spinners! I'm go...Nice post, man yall are some yarn spinners!<BR/> I'm gonna have a capfull of water and a half a cracker and go back to sleep.<BR/>W.B.Human Wrecking Ballhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15799205524837378335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12203828.post-18083956497082731772008-03-03T13:53:00.000-05:002008-03-03T13:53:00.000-05:00I keep coming back to this picture of the lighthou...I keep coming back to this picture of the lighthouse. I wasn't on my bike as much as I should have been in those days of living in Tally, but I remember riding on a trail that went right to the lighthouse and if you dared to look to the right or left of the trail, there would be alligator eyes peeking out of the water, or bumpy backs laying in the sun. Peaceful area, as I remember it. <BR/><BR/>Eat some "Dixielicious" boiled peanuts for me, please. Wait, can Dixielicious be used in conjunction with food?nicolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12203828.post-19120579951731821022008-03-03T13:52:00.000-05:002008-03-03T13:52:00.000-05:00Oh, I'm a dork, I get it now. Ha! But no, that wou...Oh, I'm a dork, I get it now. Ha! But no, that would have been hilarious. She could barely stand to look at our flea market, it freaked her yankee heart completely out.That Hankhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05514310999129694443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12203828.post-61346490140853070572008-03-03T13:51:00.000-05:002008-03-03T13:51:00.000-05:00Who did I date with the initials R.J.? You know, I...Who did I date with the initials R.J.? You know, I'll bet I could get Taylor to wear some anyway, just for the hell of it. And not out of my house. And now that I think about it, probably not.That Hankhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05514310999129694443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12203828.post-20477188708500043662008-03-03T12:43:00.000-05:002008-03-03T12:43:00.000-05:00I assume, DTG, that you are not speaking of R.J. (...I assume, DTG, that you are not speaking of R.J. (Short for her real name which I will not mention here.)Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12203828.post-87043095714737255112008-03-03T12:16:00.000-05:002008-03-03T12:16:00.000-05:00I once tried for weeks to get a girl I was dating ...I once tried for weeks to get a girl I was dating to wear some of those Dixilicious shorts for me, but she never would. Damn it.That Hankhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05514310999129694443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12203828.post-40674564450615162642008-03-03T11:26:00.000-05:002008-03-03T11:26:00.000-05:00Dixielicious belongs to us all! It is true, Wakull...Dixielicious belongs to us all! It is true, Wakulla never lets me down and I've never met anyone but a friend.Juanchohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01283672346601878803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12203828.post-22882736026408419232008-03-03T11:13:00.000-05:002008-03-03T11:13:00.000-05:00Man. That sounds like the perfect Sunday afternoon...Man. That sounds like the perfect Sunday afternoon. The man and I passed Ouzt's (how do you spell that?) on our way home yesterday. We should have stopped and wouldn't that have been a lovely surprise? I never would have thought to see you there.<BR/>I think I've met those guys you played pool with. For characters, you just cannot beat Wakulla County. You've reminded me of an experience we had at Ouzt's with a Yankee Jewish lady and her hippie/crazy/lesbian/ EXTREMELY politically correct daughter. I must write about this soon. Maybe I'll call it "Dixielicious." Or maybe not. You might sue me.<BR/>Darn. I wish we'd stopped. But we were on our way home to eat our own oysters and clean the boat. And the grouper. <BR/>Whoa. We're so rich.Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.com