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- Spudgun is an awesome idea =)

- Go camping. Make it a road trip.

- Come paint my house for me - 1 beer/bourbon per hour (yes i'm cheap)

- Skirmish

- Do something you used to do back in high school - eg: play some roller hockey or basketball, etc

goon .. i actually remember drinking that stuff.... god awful nasty drink ... i remember drinking that stuff in perth and offering it to the native community who actually gave it back to me and said "we prefer chilled metho" ..kinda says something doesnt it

Here is a few things to keep you busy

SAU Meets ups

Go Karting

Golf / Driving Range

Night Clubs

Strippers

Find a Girlfriend

Have sex with Girlfriend

Buy a PS3

Go Shopping

Watch a Band play

House Party

Go to the Gym

Watch Family Guy

Wash your Skyline

Polish your Skyline

Detail your Skyline

Goto Auto Salon

Play Guitar

Buy and Build a Plasitc Model Kit

Go out on a Dinner Date

Work and get Money

haha so was i...

weathers good... free tan for me.. and swim wen i want.. rich pricks got heated poolz

any way.. goon rocks (and SUX)

get a group of mates, stand around a spinning clothes line (not the wall mount ones)

attach the goon bag to the clothes line and spin...

the person it stops on has to skull for 5-10 secs

GOON OF FORTUNE...

best played after many other drinks as the taste dissapears

haha so was i...

weathers good... free tan for me.. and swim wen i want.. rich pricks got heated poolz

any way.. goon rocks (and SUX)

get a group of mates, stand around a spinning clothes line (not the wall mount ones)

attach the goon bag to the clothes line and spin...

the person it stops on has to skull for 5-10 secs

GOON OF FORTUNE...

best played after many other drinks as the taste dissapears

hahahaha how i wish i still had a spinny clothesline :)

Here is a few things to keep you busy

SAU Meets ups

Go Karting

Golf / Driving Range

Night Clubs

Strippers

Find a Girlfriend

Have sex with Girlfriend

Buy a PS3

Go Shopping

Watch a Band play

House Party

Go to the Gym

Watch Family Guy

Wash your Skyline

Polish your Skyline

Detail your Skyline

Goto Auto Salon

Play Guitar

Buy and Build a Plasitc Model Kit

Go out on a Dinner Date

Work and get Money

whens the autosalon on?

I remember I was hammering on a fence in the backyard when my dad approached me. He was carrying a letter or something in his hand, and he looked worried. I continued to hammer as he came toward me. "Son," he said, "why are you hammering on that fence? It already has plenty of nails in it." "Oh, I'm not using nails," I replied. "I'm just hammering." With that, I returned to my hammering. Dad asked me to stop hammering, as he had some news. I did stop hammering, but first I got a couple more hammers in, and this seemed to make Dad mad. "I said, stop hammering!" he yelled. I think he felt bad for yelling at me, especially since it looked like he had bad news. "Look," he said, "you can hammer later, but first--" Well, I didn't even wait to hear the rest. As soon as I heard "You can hammer," that's what I started doing. Hammering away, happy as an old hammer hog. Dad tried to physically stop me from hammering by inserting a small log of some sort between my hammer and the fence. But I just kept on hammering, 'cause that's the way I am when I get that hammer going. Then, he just grabbed my arm and and made me stop. "I'm afraid I have some news for you," he said. I swear, what I did next was not hammering. I was just letting the hammer swing lazily at arm's length, and maybe it tapped the fence once or twice, but that's all. That apparently didn't make any difference whatsoever to Dad, because he just grabbed my hammer out of my hand and flung it across the field. And when I saw my hammer flying helplessly through the air like that I just couldn't take it. I burst out crying, I admit it. And I ran to the house, as fast as my legs could take me. "Son, come back!" yelled Dad. "What about your hammer?!" But I could not have cared less about hammering at that point. I ran into the house and flung myself onto my bed, pounding the bed with my fists. I pounded and pounded, until finally, behind me, I heard a voice. "As long as you're pounding, why not use this?" I turned, and it was Dad, holding a brand-new solid-gold hammer. I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes and ran to Dad's outstretched arms. But suddenly, he jumped out of the way, and I went sailing through the second-story window behind him. Whenever I hear about a kid getting in trouble with the drugs, I like to tell them this story.

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