I don't like that a certain old lady at work talks about her mother's air pockets in the colon in the lunchroom. While I'm eating. Sure, I have an iron-clad stomach, but I draw the line at colons.
She did get a point back for liking my beard.
But she lost more points for annoying the shit out of me at least once a week. And no, the word shit wasn't in reference to the air pockets in the colon.
"My cruiser weighs 16,000 kilograms!"
Are there any smoking hot homeless people? I doubt it.
"Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo"
http://www.wired.com/culture
no comment.
http://www.theonion.com
It's old, I know. Still funny.
That's not gangrene. That's gonorrhea.
Bill S. Preston, Esquire. Ted Theodore Logan.
That's it, I'm gonna punch a baby.
Make yourself a martini, you'll feel better. Skip the olive though. Don't make it a fruity one either. Martini, James Bond style.
Who invented darts? What a shitty game.
Who invented bags? Scratch that. Who invented bags, the video game? That's retardeder.
Who came up with the word "boner"? Cuz, you know everyone didn't just start using that phase all at once. Boner. That's a good word.
Speaking of good words. I like the word "flabbergasted". It just sounds cool.
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