I need a one minute speech for tomorrow

amo

Active member
it can be about ANYTHING. but no "swearing or inappropriate subject matter"

60 seconds long

show me what you got
 
just go off on about how skiing is the greatest sport out there. if it is only about a minute long you should be able to bullshit it your way through the entire thing.
 
skiing is the best thin ever for a number of reasons.

1. jibset

2.jump

3.jibset

4.food

5.dumont

6.snowboarding is gay

to conclude this speech, if you dont ski, i fucking hate you

 
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Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate -- we can not consecrate -- we can not hallow -- this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain -- that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom -- and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
 
Skiing: the epitome of awesomeness. Even with all of the noobs, rick rolling, and the putting on of of robes and wizard hats, a day on the slopes can put my mind in the right gear and keep me in a calm disposition. Unfortunately, one thing interferes with this elixir of life: school. Weezyblog school is bullshit. If my life is to revolve around skiing, then the quadratic formula won't help my style. What will help my lifestyle is the knowledge of the three-step bang procedure: 1) prebang, 2)banger trick, 3)afterbang. For reference, view the Jiberish at Breck video.

However, afterbang is only a small part of what will further my education on the mountain. For all of the gapers out there in the audience today, you must understand a word: claiming. A claim is where one essentially shows off his/her skills verbally. Example: "Hey, did you see my cork 9 off that jump? Oh, wait you were taking a bathroom break? Well I tweaked my knee on a butter 540, so I can't really show you anymore. But it was steezy!" Don't worry if you can't understand the jargon, that's a good sign of a great claimer. The claimee will nod his/her head in agreement, because obviously one should know the terms if they are going to ski with the best skiers on the mountain.

If you can master afterbang and claiming, then you should be on track to 15 minutes of fame. My fellow skiers, gapers, and asians, take my advice and head to the slopes! I can guarantee you that your $50 will be worth the fun you will have.
 
I was there. Yeah, it was called the '80s. Ford was President, Nixon was in the White House and FDR was running this country into the ground. I was bummin' in a hole-in-a-wall town in what is now called Utah. Some fella from Colorado shows up, starts making so called "improvements", right? Before we knew what hit us, the streets are running with late'. It got so bad that a fella that liked to, you know... smoke a little grass or drink a little ripple. Crow like a rooster, maybe challenge the mayor's son to a gentlemen's duel, was "uncouth, against God." More like bad real estate values. So we had to go!
 
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