Fuck you! I'm eating!
Fuck you! I'm eating!
Elephants?!? I thought the book was about this guy:
"Provo, Spain?"- John Cocktoastin
The Eagles aren't exactly the measuring stick you want to use when evaluating the talent of your national rugby team. Unless you're trying to say, "At least we're not the Americans". I think the kiwis proved that a few months ago.
But strangely enough, cunt punting is awesome.
Deflated ones, as is the fashion of the day.
It's a sad day for Milt Malkin.
Whatever the fuck he wants. He's Robocop, he's earned that right.
I wrecked a Camaro Z28 while speeding & listening to Live Wire. Jesus, the fucking 80's man.
I tell everybody we met at the Miss Black Awareness Pageant in Queens.
This should've been more of a thing.
What? No Soulfinger?
Best name for a professional golfer or early 1960's fighter pilot.
I want some butts!
"No shit."-Jim Gibbons
Schnell!! Schnell!!
As a former homicide detective, you'd think Sanders would listen to Bunk and recognize it wasn't his turn to give a fuck.
Bunk tried to tell him it wasn't his turn to give a fuck.
They need to rename it already. Bugs the piss out of me.
Tanks?