Showing posts with label men. Show all posts
Showing posts with label men. Show all posts
Friday, October 3, 2008
Judas before the offer
Every time I look at the carpet I'm afraid she has a message, like a vagina. Except she's not pink and I don't have to pay for it.
fac-to-tum
I was in a bank when a masked man ran in with a gun and proceeded to hold up the depository. I was holding a carafe getting ready to pure my self some coffee when he told me to put it down and get on the floor. So I was faced with an option, give up and do what he said or take action and better the situation. I then remembered an old trick I was once taught that I felt was destined to help me in just this kind of happening. I shit and pissed my pants, that way the robber wouldn't want to eat it me since I had soiled myself.
First down.
First down.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Close Ass Door
Dude, man, the iTunes visualizer knows what it is doing. Mustache On or Off is by no means a pro drug site, but Mustache On or Off has done a few illegal drugs. My cousin was supposed to come here and bring me a cigarette.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
You like 7up I like sprint.
Why is it that every man, besides my manly self, who runs 15 feet to get somewhere quickly breaks into an effeminate run?
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