you, me, and spambot

I still have mine (not the little blue guy). do you want to go out some time?

1,190 bottles of beer

C, sort of, I'd refrain from calling it a really big rip, because then she'd take it as me saying she had a fat ass

I want to see the fat man fly

Hot girls can say anything

Shave those sideburns

Nick Cage Cluster Fuck is one of the worst mental images I've ever had. just a bunch of him at various stages in his life fucking himselves.

if anyone can pull off a majestic cluster fuck, I'd go with Charlie

. And there was a time in this country, a long time ago, when reading wasn't just for fags and neither was writing. People wrote books and movies, movies that had stories so you cared whose ass it was and why it was farting, and I believe that time can come again!

A particularly bad/awesome babysitter took me and my sisters to the drive in for a double feature of Popeye and Airplane when I was 5.  virtually the only thing I remember is the jiggling boobs.

then you sir haven't seen a naked fully aroused Samoan clown

Let Kirk Cameron go . . .

Does this mean we'll get an episode with Jacobs in pajamas? I'd like that.

I watched Cougartown right after this, and both had Die Hard references.

It's a war on war, it's a war on war, There's a war on , you're gonna lose

Me too

But then who would get our coffee?

solid hangover couch movie

you should become a teacher