given limbaugh's weight, i guess the best name for his movie would be "dairy of a wimpy kid." we could see him drowning his sorrows in cottage cheese and ranch dressing.
given limbaugh's weight, i guess the best name for his movie would be "dairy of a wimpy kid." we could see him drowning his sorrows in cottage cheese and ranch dressing.
ah, ludaxmas…that special time of year when luda claus gives chicken and beer to all the good children, while merrily crying "ho, ho, ho!"
bkbroiler: according to the credits, one of the girls in that scene is named taft. i like to think that the fat girl is actually president taft's direct descendant.
what about wind-up bird man?
wow, i've certainly learned a lot from this thread. who knew there were so many people here who know how all women behave, what all feminists think, and how much money we all have?
rumor has it that prison gangs are engaged in a bidding war to get lil wayne to tattoo their logo on his already crowded body.
@JCrowemancer
oh my god, who touched sasha? WHO TOUCHED MY GUN?!
little known fact: stalin called his mustache "the situation."
no matter who they pick for this show, marmeladov could drink them under the table.
hatful of hollow is the best b-side collection, because it includes the radio sessions. it was the first smiths release i listened to, and that's what got me hooked.
godot rules, indeed.
so we've got women, blacks, and gays…
who can we invite for the "jews of comedy" show? i honestly can't think of anyone.
i know I'm late…
i just thought this was the best place to leave my 666th comment.
i don't know, but i do know they'll be headlining the "monsters of awful band names" tour.
"a gentleman my girlfriend student taught?"
does that mean your gf taught the juggalo when they were both students in the past, or that your gf, who is a student now, taught the juggalo?
more like failgo amirite.
but then you'd get "egil skallagrimsson and the berserkers" and "clash of the ericsons" opening at the same time.
i guess percy jackson's ancestors were seamen.
probably until the real post-apocalypse, when all those hauntingly bleak novels and short story collections are burned for fuel.