Say What? Vol. 8
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I'm a 30-something manchild looking for friends with similar eclectic tastes. I get my kicks above the waistline, Sunshine.
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"If you can't be a good example -- then you'll just have to be a horrible warning." -Catherine Aird
"Donger's here for five hours, and he's got somebody. I live here my whole life, and I'm like a disease."- Samantha Baker: Sixteen Candles
6 Comments:
Eating meat is evil. EAT FISH!!!
Kimmy knew Ronald McDonald tryouts would be tough, but not this tough!
So you know I've been on the Atkin's diet, right? So anyway I'm at the all-day tractor pull last weekend and having a good old time and minding my own business. And, you know, they always have remotely famous celebrities and stuff there to sign autographs - which by the way I think takes away from the purity of the sport. Anyway, there's a short break when they change divisions and I figure I'll run over and grab some lunch. I'm on my way back to my seat when Colin Ferrell stunt double goes running past me and knocks my lunch out of my hands. I mean, WTF??? If it was Colin Ferrell, I wouldn't mind 'cause he's a real celebrity. But his freaking stunt double?! Anyway, my lunch goes flying and I need hurry back to my seat before the hemi division starts. So I grab my meat up off the ground and it's got dirt and grass all over it. Basically, my lunch is ruined. I mean, I think I can eat dirt, but grass is definitely a carb.
HAHAHA, great caption Kirk.
She looks like the sister of Sideshow Bob. I have nothing witty to add as a caption though. If it helps any, something very similar happened to me once.
Watch closely as the sister of Carrot Top displays her supernatual oral tractor beam to bring the falling patty to her gaping maw.
Ah, the five second rule in action... five seconds after it hits the ground... back on the tray and no one will be the wiser... that is of course, provided I dust off the cow shit!
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