*Ice-T, through gritted teeth*
"Looks like this creep was trying to get his religion … a little exposure."

Well, I'll be. They actually did cue jaunty theme music at the end of that.

And when traffic is especially heavy, it doesn't "buffer", it "surrenders".

Two neighbors, last cup.

No wireless. Less space than a Nomad. Lame.

Holy shit.

Despite all my 'meh', I am still just a 'meh' in a 'meh'.

If A Clockwork Orange were made today, they would have propped Alex's eyes open and played all the Berman clips from the Bob Hope Classic (f' you, Humana!) on repeat.

You guessed it …. Frank Stallone.

I'd take a feed of your colon over a feed of Colin.

*raises power windows and lowers volume of "Damn it Feels Good to be a Gangster."*

See this sweater?
There's none better.
Leonardo's a jet-setter.

Oh, great. Now we can commence the incongruous act of fellating three women for a couple hundred posts. SK is really good … but damn if this site doesn't just go irrational for them.

This is cool, but all I want to Christmas is a Canyonero!
(smells like steak and seats thirty-five)

“I don’t feel like what I’ve done so far is a full realization of who I am,”

I answered so fast it was scary…

They'll probably pass on Colon Blow.

Surprise, you're touring again!

This W.U. team is pretty bad, but they've got a lot of digging left to reach the lows of the Colin Quinn desk.

Frank Stallone, here. And I know exactly where you're going with this.