Well, at least this fat fuck was probably pissed off thinking he had to get cheeseburgers at Checkers as opposed to McDonald’s.

+1 Trve Kvlt

+1 very surprised college freshman with internet access for the first time

 Or they could just pull their genitals out of the briefs pee-hole and just let let the boys air out while ensuring taint and ass stink and sweat is still moderately contained.

If the brief “pee-hole” known as something else?  

Probably would just get really fucked up, climb something high, see if I could I could hit an object below with my ejaculate then go to sleep because I’m a wild man. 

It’s not PM Dawn?

Those must of been some fun pill parties between Hunter and Jim. 

Seconded. There’s something nice about allowing your bits to breathe, per Ms. Reese’s statements. And sitting on my couch in my underwear after a long day’s work is probably the closest I’ll ever get to achieving nirvana.

My old drug dealer’s name was Zebulon. People always got concerned when the tall skinny kid in a Burzum t-shirt would show up to the house at odd times of the night yelling “SOMEONE NEEDED ZEBULON’S SERVICES” and we could never figure out why. 

So I’m with this take, but if his idea of a spinach salad is “mostly bacon/hardboiled egg/other toppings/all resting on a Detroit deep dish style pepperoni pizza covered with Cinnabon icing” I could get behind it.

The Great American Challenge American Lager
Rubber Cock Bock
Three-Pronged Tripel
Into Some Weird Stuff Berliner Weisse
Ending Hysteria Old Ale
OMG It’ll Make Me Cream Ale
Double Penetration Dopplebock
Dickins Cider
Super Slick Lambic
KY Jelly Shandy 

Tiny Lister would be my dark horse behind Richard and Terry. 

THIS IS SO ADORABLE I SQUEALED IN MY OFFICE. 

The last time my Familia told me to play the game the right way I called my mom a bitch and flipped the Monopoly board off the table. 

At least they’re making this all Publix. 

Having our little league team sponsored by our small town DQ was probably the closest thing to pure happiness I’ll ever experience in my lifetime. None of us cared to play baseball, but we were more excited about getting a free cone when we won as opposed to, well, winning the actual game.

Also a friend of mine…

Dropping that “So it goes” like Vonnegut. 

How has IHOP(B) not made a burger that involved two pancakes as buns at this point? 

Yeah... and you come back. 

When I was a wee Randy, I took a bath with my older brother (I think I was 1 year old and he was 3). According to family lore, he pooped in the bathtub, and a single raisin separated from the turd and rose to the surface. 1 year old me ate said raisin, and every year at Thanksgiving my mother laughs her fuckin’ ass…