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http://humanpets.com/chipsterian
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Tired
"BIG BEAR"
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Name: |
Chip , 55/Male
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Last login: | over 3 weeks ago |
Local time: | 10:27 AM |
Join date: | 16 years, 10 months, 7 days ago |
Location: | Sault Ste. Marie Canada
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"Hello world!" |
About me:
I'm a 6' Aboriginal (Ojibway) from the Garden River Indian Reservation. I enjoy roleplaying games, designing buildings, ships and other architectural things for one of several worlds that exist in my head. I like most science-fiction and fantasy movies, TV and written works.
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About you:
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Looking for: | Friendship and dating |
Orientation: | Straight
| Herds: | Sex Kittens, ~~CANADIAN HERD~~, Sault Ste Marie | |
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Chip's tales
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A jokeOn his way out of church after mass, Frank stopped at the door to speak to the minister. "Would it be right," he asked, "for a person to profit from the mistakes of another?" "Absolutely not!" squawked the minister, disappointed that Frank would even ask such a question. "In that case," said the young man, "I wonder if you'd consider returning the hundred dollars I paid you to marry my wife and me?"
Chip "BIG BEAR" Tired
- 16 years, 4 months, 25 days ago
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About 8 years ago, I came home after a date. I got out out my car, and looked straight up to see the brightest sky I ever saw. Every star was visible. To the north, the Northern Lights shimmered in intense hues of green, blue, red and gold. And to the south, the were clouds stretched across the east-west axis sharp as any knife edge. In those clouds, and below them flashed lightning of every available hue. I watched this on that cold and silent midnight for a long time. My god, it was magnificent.
Chip "BIG BEAR" Tired
- 16 years, 8 months, 19 days ago
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Two tall trees, a birch and a beech, are growing in the woods. A small tree begins to grow between them, and the beech says to the birch, "Is that a son of a beech or a son of a birch?" The birch says he cannot tell. Just then a woodpecker lands on the sapling. The birch says, "Woodpecker, you are a tree expert. Can you tell if that is a son of a beech or a son of a birch? The woodpecker takes a taste of the small tree. He replies, "It is neither a son of a beech nor a son of a birch. It is, however, the best piece of ash I have ever put my pecker in
Chip "BIG BEAR" Tired
- 16 years, 8 months, 23 days ago
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