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Liquor store in my hometown a day or two before Christmas wouldn’t sell me beer. I needed the beer to survive Christmas. I was 29 with an out of state license. He knew the expiration interval and wouldn’t take it because the interval was different (due to a specific endorsement which requires DOT physicals). I was

Weird automat.

“Yo soy ardillas”

Are we just going to ignore the squirrel’s cleavage?

In college, my friends and I brought High Life to parties because we knew that we could put it in the fridge and it wouldn’t instantly be raided by other partygoers. I actually like it, too, so that’s a bonus! Second the effervescence.

This is the most boring edition of “Will it blend?” yet. GO BACK TO BLENDING IPHONES AND FISTFULS OF QUARTERS!

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Shout out to Dancing with the Stars and not...

And I would go see Sinbad again today. What’s your point?

I saw Sinbad do a comedy show at the end of a Wizards game to ring in the new millenium.

It always looks like a harried madhouse behind the counter (the times I infrequently pass through a fast food place), but it always seems slow. I feel for those folks.

Is this cyberbullying? Those other kids will never be able to escape the shame of that day.

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Was this guy involved?

He had a while where he lost me. The non-sequitur dick and poop jokes just got to be too much; I’ve never said that before. He found my limit for dick jokes.

And Hoobastank.

I’d call it orange. Deep Yellow is a... bad band name.

The cops already have a policy of tickling people who are unconscious. Good luck faking it through a tickle attack!

Probably a fly rod, though, so it’s thin and flexible. You wouldn’t think they’d be such dicks assholes jerks.