“Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu r’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn!”
“Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu r’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn!”
“Papal Wrangler” is the job title I want on my business card.
Does Rubbin’ One Out count?
That’s not rust; that’s “Patina”.
So, if the old Buick Port law of “one vent per cylinder” applies, then that car is running a V79?
Just so long as Texans quit trying to foist the abomination known as “Tex Mex” on the rest of the world, they can have the fucking guack.
Wrong! The only correct guacamole is made without any avocados what so ever, because they’ve all been hucked at passing car cause that’s the only thing they’re good for!
Dad, is that you?
So you had to find a way to actually use your degree for a business matter to continue writing off your student loans, right? (It’s cool, I’m an Art Major, too...)
But he wasn’t dozing, he was passed out. The mystery shitter could very well have yelled at him, shaken him and done other “wake up!!” things only to decide that crapping on the coffee table was a better use of his time.
Yeah. Please make sure to keep your Grandmother well away from me. Violence might very well ensue if she attempted to get god on my food.
Ok. You win. +1
You left off the last, important item:
Once you’re done, remove ALL YOUR DAMN SIGNS!!!
So what does Alex Jones say about it, then?