Drivin' around (in the convertible) drinkin' and shootin' people. I like!

:lol:

OK, I've dealt with the brats. although I can still hear them.... the further away i can get the better....

who's getting the convertible? I have beer and paintball guns......

I have a convertible! We're all set. Now, where's the nearest canyon?

who gives a fuck about nearest?...... let's go for the mariana trench...

Who? An oceanliner full of US politicians hopefully.

Lookout, do you not care at ALL about the environment??? ;)

I'll go with 6 billion others, with me standing on a hill top watching the asteroid come in. I'll be pissed if it hits the other side of the planet.

OK, I'll drive, you navigate, because I have no idea how to get there!

No wai ...I always drive

Fine, I can be Thelma.

But I'll do most of the shooting and drinking. Safety first, you know. :lol:

Works for me, I hate cleaning the damn barrel. I'll only drink when you're holding the wheel.

Dude, I just realized: I'm the one who gets to sleep with the young Brad Pitt substitute. Wooohooooooooooo! :jig:

Whatever floats your boat, honey :lol:

Hey, I'm a lonely middle-aged woman...give me a break.

And I'm so not usually about looks but he was teh hawt in that movie!

;)

FTW - My mountain bike buddy and I have one particular climb that provides a stress test away from all medical support. My preference would be to blowup on a downhill and get brained.

Just thinking here of the couple of times when I flipped myself over my handlebars inadvertently. Although I remember picking myself up off the road, I have no recollection of flying through the air-if I was going to die on/with my bike, that's the moment I'd choose.