Yeah, no
Yeah, no
“Right?!? My name ain’t Checky Leanne Francis!”
It’s that time of year again, when the portable shitters fly back north for the summer.
“Paid for by the committee to elect this fuckin guy or Steve O”
I can only presume that he saw the barber who gave him that haircut somewhere in the opposite seats and was on his way to deliver a well-deserved beating.
As it turns out, there are actually winners in this event.
See right wingers, some immigrant Latin Americans even prevent theft.
:: flips switch on belt ::
Always wrangling truthers.
How the hell do you run on top of portapotties in weather like that
Should I also avoid using the word “sinister” for fear of offending left-handed folks?
When I become a dad, dad rock will be things like Tool, Nine Inch Nails, RATM, KORN, Third Eye Blind (hell yeah), Deftones, not that bullshit glamour “metal”. I will drive them to kindergarten every morning and they’re going to be so goddamn amped up from the music that they’ll punch a fucking hole through their…
I hope St. Mary’s receives a tournament virgin berth.
Say what you will about Nick Saban, but I’d be shocked to hear a story like this about him. His Hideaway Book is just a list of all the games he lost over the years and he uses it to smash his penis on a table whenever he smiles inside.
Jesus. If that’s Innocent, I don’t want to see Guilty.
This is sort of the Jezebel version of “Is Joe Flacco elite?”
Enh, exactly what you’d expect from someone married to a left winger.
Thanks to a panel-wide misunderstanding of Asian geography and some nimble betting work, he won.
This is the reason why I don’t play in international friendlies.