...just like shampoo

And my game is skin deep like the first tattoo. I gets all in your head just like shampoo.And my pinky glow cuz my rings is so blingy blingy. Yo, stop blinkin, though.

She is the dummy?

Am I supposed to be a man, am I supposed to say it's okay, I don't mind? I don't mind. Well, I mind! I mind big-time! And you know what the worst part is? I NEVER LEARNED TO READ. Wayne Palin
As Palin spirals down into madness, he increasingly uses his dummy.
Iron Tough PUBLICITY Palin Those days are numbered.



This Dud married a Socialist Snowmachine.
She is dumb as rocks and tells him to make sure she gets a message, on the sly he is to get copies of all the governors e-mails. It all sounds like trouble is a brewin. A fund raising blog mistress' and cash hungry legal eagles...WTMTF! GAME ON!!!!

And it runs in the family.

More Slednecks News

Palin and Teammate Peter Kakes Place Seventh in Artic Man Race

Alaska Dispatch

Wasilla party gurl

Wasilla party gurls just drivin us..... - Party on! I say hurl. If you blow chunks and she comes back, she's yours. If you spew and she bolts, then it was never meant to be.

Whooom! Whooom!

Whooom! Whooom! Todd Palin is trying to scare me. That’s what I’m thinking, alone on a borrowed snowmobile in the fading Alaskan light, cold as hell by a frozen lake. I can barely see Palin and his racing buddy Scott Davis a quarter mile off, near a few stumpy trees. But I can hear them loud and clear, revving their two-stroke engines, circling in their Arctic Cat F6 snowmobiles, punishing the winter sky with an ear-splitting whine familiar to nature lovers everywhere. “Ride over to that point of land!” Palin had screamed at me over the engine roar a moment earlier, struggling to be heard. “Then turn around! We’ll do a speed run past you, let you feel how fast we go!” Little more than black specks now, obscured by their powerful headlights, the men turn toward me and charge. The wail gets louder and the headlights grow. Fifty mph, 60, 70, now less than a hundred yards away. Eighty mph, 90, on a bullet path right to where I’m sitting. He’s going to mess up and kill me.

Whooom!

Palin bombs on by, and the air cushion pushes my face.

Whooom!

Davis now — a black lightning bolt.

Andree McCleod's Comment on Todd Palin's Men's Journal Article

Go Big Arctic Man!!

dud

The Arctic Man is here, bitches

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The musky scent of Todd Palin is in the air—everyone is asking if this is the year the Patrick Henry of Alaskan Freedom will finally sled into their midst to rule over the open-air bacchanal. Men with rough mustaches and Carhartts mill around their midday bonfires like the ghosts of the pipeline workers who leveled this wilderness almost 40 years ago. Underdressed women cling to the back fat of men the size of feral hogs as they cruise their sleds through camp, watching partiers unload threadbare couches, cords of firewood, outhouses, and dingy patio sets, slowly transforming the massive gravel pad into an anarchist’s KOA. Twisting open the weekend’s first bottles of Jeremiah Weed, slednecks complain about the influx of state troopers and set their sirloin tips and moose steaks on the grill for a drunkproof slow roast.

Todd's fingerprints on trying to impact personnel decisions... which one will it be today?

Wasilla party gurls just drivin us crazy

Slednecks News: Snowmobiles, Superbikes, Outerwear, Freestyle

Slednecks News : Snowmobiles, Superbikes, Outerwear, Freestyle ...
The VIDEO! Todd Palin doing his part Okay... First I'll access the secret military spy satelite that is in geosynchronous orbit over the midwest. Then I'll ID the limo by the vanity plate "MR. BIGGG" and get his approximate position. Then I'll reposition the transmission dish on the remote truck to 17.32 degrees east, hit WESTAR-4 over the Atlantic, bounce the signal down into the Azores, up to COMSAT-6, beam it back to SATCOM-3 transponder number 137 and down on the dish on the back of Mr. Big's limo. It's almost too easy.

Horse Pucky Hey?
Nice move by Arctic Man and the AMMC for changing the drag start time from Saturday afternoon as stated on the Arctic Man web site to Friday night. Who ever won should feel lucky cause I know of 3 sleds in Delta, 2 running 300+hp and the other at 400hp, and a sled out of North Pole running over 300hp that would have been some serious competition.

Use duh Bendy straw next time: Rider sets machine on fire to stay warm

Weather halts search for snowmachiner near Talkeetna

Snowmachiner falls through ice, presumed drowned

Fairbanks boy's body recovered from Chena River

Fairbanks boy dies falling into Chena River