For Crazy Mike Only (peepers stay away)

“I didn't peep. Honest!”

“whoa...this could get pretty interesting...I guess I'll sit back and watch...”

“anytime you post a thread that says don't look is just going to cause EVERYONE to look.”

“in the sky,

why its a birdy droppin somthin in my eye...

why its a bacon ring, my oh my.”

“Man, I've heard of wearing your heart on your sleeve but I've never heard of wearing your genitals on your sleeve.”

“Nigal, you are on a roll today!”

“I would like to see a size 8 up ther butt and then we could take a hammer to them!


8)”

“CMB,
Is that "up their butt(s)"
or is it "up her butt"

Two very interesting and very different scenarios!”

“Their.

I am a bad speller!


8)”

“He's the intrepid hiker man
Who despises anyone "camping"
from a van.
He'll outhike the deer
Even after a bunch a beer.
All just this to bag another night
And for the chance to see a brand
new sight.
So if you meet my "Crazy Mike"
Remember his words, "Hike your own
hike."”

“Seeing you makes my heart fly,
Like an eagle soaring on high
Above the forest green and meadow
watching fall across the land its own shadow.
Seeing you gives me warm shivers
Like a doe excidedly quivers
Poised to run
In new spring sun.
But even Nature's glory cannot compare,
To what together we both share.”

“Green field and rugged hill
Call to those whose itchy feet are never still.
"Come to meadows" whispers wind.
"A quieting messege I will send."
And water gurgles wildly
With promises to quench relentlesly
The thirst which spurs the wild thought,
Singing "Go to the wood to find what's sought."”

“Okay, I won't look.”

“Peep...Peep....Peep!”

“get out of here this aint haiku!!!”

“I didn't see anything”

“i hope youre all blind now :P!”

“No and I haven't killed any kittens!”

“Can I write Mike a poem also?

He's Mike, he's mike, his name is not Ike.
He likes to get stupid crazy when he's on the mic.
He dances, he prances, he bellows, he sings.
His favorite part of the anatomy is the bacon ring.
He's a Hossier, a boozer, the man likes his Scotch.
Anything to do with backpacking, it rocks!”

“lmao!!!! thats a good one artex.”

“Nicole drinks bud light
I've seen this. Now she drinks with
Crazy Mike Backpacks.”

“BLEH!!!!! Bad pheadrus :P”

“Great, now I know what my stomach lining looks like on a hardwood floor.”

“Hey Mike, when you get home for lunch think we have time for a quickie?”

“I'm trying to find the JerBear. Were is he? If anyone knows where he is, please give him this message: The Pepsi stove is still burning. E-mail me. Backpackpaul@msn.com. AKA. BkerPaul.”

“You can e-mail him at: jerbear@backpacker.com”