Helmet to helmet. 15 yards.
Helmet to helmet. 15 yards.
I didn’t.
It was actually 3-1 oil.
The flight number should have been 1984.
Could I get extra butter and tears of joy on that.
Pretty ass goal? I recommend squats.
When you get a blowjob under the right field bleachers get back to us.
Guess how many cups Sid has, fucker.
Mo money, Mo problems.
Perfect
Yes yes no no yes no yes yes no
What is he complaining about. His cocaine rating is 100!
Foppa
Well whoop de damn doo.
He may just be talking about honey nut cheerios.
When it’s open you get to see a team that shit the bed.
The government burned down the wrong Waco building.
So he left after the 7th inning, right?
Stockholm syndrome.
I wonder what the White House will have to say about this?