Is evil something you "are", or something you "do" ?

I love the romance of crime:

My condolences to all you snowed in people...what is that like anyway, snow falling ?

Dad: Janice, you got a friggin D on your spelling test...REALLY ?

LOL! There is a Flying J/Pilot not too far from my abode and the benefits are definitely defined as the one-stop shopping for top level gutter-skank, the likes-of-which you can not imagine, the headlight flashing codes they use to signify their various states of horniness and STD-resilience is an unpublished rewards…

same here.

My memories of awkward adolescent growing pains dont involve my parents or family. they've been replaced (total recall style) by Charlotte Rae explaining puberty and tween love to me in a way that only a beehived, shaky voiced senior can invoke.

y'all assume watching the SB equates to being drunk. The vast majority of SB viewers (which is heavily skewed toward the casual fan...hell, my in-laws come over to my place just to watch the commericals and then proceed to talk during the actual game ! drives me nuts) don't get intoxicated. Moving it to Saturday will…

Andy Reid may never challenge a play again.

I'm not down with a 5th down, but they should at the very least force the coaches to fire off the challenge flag from a t-shirt blaster filled with the challenge flag and a bucketload of confetti.

Totes McGoats, that is cray cray adorbs.

I'd like to get the monogrammed steak irons. My initials are "SAVE ME". Because serving an exorcised steak that cried out during the slaughter ritual via raised welts on its charred mammal flesh would be the perfect 4th of July conversation piece. Grass Fed, check. Possessed ? Well, just taste that zesty satanic…

I'd like to get the monogrammed steak irons. My initials are "SAVE ME". Because serving an exorcised steak that cried out during the slaughter ritual via raised welts on its charred mammal flesh would be the perfect 4th of July conversation piece. Grass Fed, check. Possessed ? Well, just taste that zesty satanic…

I'd like to get the monogrammed steak irons. My initials are "SAVE ME". Because serving an exorcised steak that cried out during the slaughter ritual via raised welts on its charred mammal flesh would be the perfect 4th of July conversation piece. Grass Fed, check. Possessed ? Well, just taste that zesty satanic…

In my right hand, a receipt of all the gifts I bought.

I heard Finnegan was a stand-up guy, but from the footage I have seen, he seems more like a cowering ass-rape candidate.

he's too much.

All I gots to say to Todd is...show me. show me the engine. I want you to show me how you change the oil. show me how you take out the dipstick. show m....DONT TURN AROUND - LOOK AT ME ! - show me how you change the oil. show me. change that oil. change that oil, Todd. you change that oil.

somewhere Simmons is fapping and crying simultaneously.

Reid better watch out, that dude is FERTILE.