perhaps it my computer?

:mad: sheesh, these friggin treehuggers ... what is this world coming to when you can't even throw a virgin into the volcano any more without filling out an environmental impact form ... :mad:
 
:mad: sheesh, these friggin treehuggers ... what is this world coming to when you can't even throw a virgin into the volcano any more without filling out an environmental impact form ... :mad:

Nay, I say nay!

Insinuating my propensity for hugging trees is as wrong as claiming a puma is a hunting dog used to tree polecats!

I fondly recall the days of yesteryear, where me and my compatriots would storm the forests of young upstart sapplings, whose crime was ignoring the tree per square ordinances set down by man. Their punishment? Death by decapatation.

Emboldened by our kevlar chaps, sunburst colored coal-helmets, OSHA approved ear/eye protection, Nomex fire resistant clothes, and black jackboots, we would fan out and break the peace of the morning dew ladden mist with the shriek of 325cc's of razor sharp teeth. Cutting swathes of young trees like a farmer in the corn fields, the stench of oil-ladden exhaust would coat the air with the unmistakable presence of man. A roar of triumph would fill my breast as the chlorophyl lust strengthed my vibration weary grip upon my death machine. Bits of the pine's life blood would flick onto my face, as I prayed my spark arrestor would fail, bringing down the forest in a cleansing conflagration, and simultaneously contemplating the Zen mystery of why I couldn't hear the falling forest scream over the howl on my Stihl chainsaw.

:D
 
Don't underestimate the sexual attraction of a long-haired hippie to a stuck-up, prissy, princess who want to piss off her parents more than she wants to save the world.
 
I wouldn't know either, my parents won't let me close my bedroom door when I have friends over, NOT EVEN FOR MY 35th BIRTHDAY!
 
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