I have several projects going on here. Check out all of the playlists containing my videos on the poop deck to see which one you like. -Home Alone -Seasick News -Seasick Bills Bands -Gaming with Seasick Bill -#Project has moved to it's own channel! ru-vid.com -My Dubstep Life -Cooking With Seasick Bill -Seasick Bills Party Yard moved to: ru-vid.com -Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner with Seasick Bill -The Stoner Files
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I'm looking for frogs actually vomiting in pain. That shit funny AF to see a 🐸 vomit because it ate a bug that was poisonous. I really don't know wut I found here 🤔 just screams
Haha our pushbar actually ended up saving a friend's life. Poor thing is bent to hell now. Basically we were goin up a mountain in yellowstone, but it had begun to snow and ol vicky was having none of it, it was too icy. So we radioed (radio because we were in yellowstone and phones don't work great out there) ahead to our friend, who drives a subaru outback, that we were having trouble and were gonna flip around when it was safe to do so. He says ok, he'll flip around at the top of the hill and make his way back down to us and we can head back to where it's safer to get around. So we start to make the turn, a bus comes down the hill, we back up a bit to let him thru, some people pass us by and well, we got stuck. So we're trying our best to get those rear wheels to grip something they finally do and our nose, pushbar and all, are now in the oncoming lane. Our buddy comes down the hill and he calls us on the radio, frantic, saying he can't stop and he can't control it. My fiance, who was driving, basically tells me to hold on and brace for impact and boom, our buddy's subaru catches our pushbar, shoving us so we're facing the right way in the oncoming lane. We get everything sorted out and find out there was a sheer drop just the other side of the road. If he hadn't caught on the push bar, he'd have plummeted probably to his death.
