Christ is my codependent.
Christ is my codependent.
I'd say it's less belief and more wishful thinking, K-Dog.
Huh. I was pronouncing it "Ken Lee".
jajajajaja
Hey God.
It's me, PW. Look, I know we've been on the outs lately, and I'm really sorry for that thing I did to that baptismal font, but otherwise I've been pretty good. I even met a girl! How are you doing? Anyway, I was just calling to see if you could kill Thomas Kinkade. It's got to be a pretty small order for…
That's Xenu, for you: bringing the funny and terror to man-animals everywhere. Thanks, Xenu!
Diaz always struck me as a more of a shaved Muppet.
VAAANNN LEEEESSBBBIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!!!!!
Cameron Diaz's box is the experiment, AMIRITE FELLOWS?
Oh, great! Thanks for the speedy reply.
I can't even fit that much music on ONE MiniDisc!
Is this what those Somali bastards were doing?
If so, I endorse their tactics.
Let's just hope Aunt Viv
had accepted Christ as her savior.
What the hell were you doing in my elk?! It might be a dead animal to you, but it's home to me.
I found no love in the hollowed-out belly of a dead elk.
Just warmth, and quiet. But then the questions: "Hey, why are you in the hollowed-out belly of a dead elk? Are you in there because of love?"
Nice.
I doubt it very much, CC.
sequel: Herpes Happens.
Love happens?
Maybe in Hollywood.
No, no, you start with Night of the Living Dummy.