FUCK! Kat Williams is on Comedy Central two nights in a row? I don't care how good some people think he is, black people have their own damn channel for this shit.
At some point tonight CC aired a "new-ish" Sinbad performance. It wasn't terrible and actually kind of funny. Question to the three or four black TiB members: Is Sinbad the black equivalent of Jeff Foxworthy?
I have tomorrow off as well. Now done with the gin and into the spiced rum. And being teased by an out-of-province friend. The bitch.
Good: Boobs. Bad: Boobs WITH YOUR INTERNET HANDLE ON THEM. Seriously, WTF? Actually it's not quite your handle...it's "NETT DADDY." Perhaps that's...your father? So wait, did you just post a pic of your Mom's boobs on the Internet? You did, didn't you? I gotta get some of that gin.
Dear World: Gotta = Got to = Have To Got a = Have a I gotta feelin' = I have to feelin' But thanks for using it correctly, Frysir.
You know how your Mom sews your name into your underwear when you go off to math camp? It's like that. Only way better. Because they're BOOBS. And they're addressed to me. Personally, I thought that was rather thoughtful. It might also be the start of a nice trend... vote for your favourite mod via boob-ballot.
Also: INCORRECT: I have ten shot glasses which are filled with gin. CORRECT: I have ten shot glasses that are filled with gin. NOT PREFERABLE: Oh, I wish I was homeward bound. PREFERABLE: Oh, I wish I were homeward bound. INCORRECT: I had a half baked idea about my finally sober friend. CORRECT: I had a half-baked idea about my finally-sober friend.
Ahhh.... always so literal, and grammatically correct even. I was referring to the generic subject of labelled objects that you have rubbed your junk up against... in your case, math camp underwear labelled by your mom, in my case, boobs with a fun and somewhat suggestive version of my username written on them.
So my mom came up to visit this weekend. Not to visit me, no, but rather my mother in law. Contrary to popular TV shows, my mother and mother in law are now absolute best friends, so my mom came up to scrapbook all weekend. However we went to dinner tonight, and my mom had been scrapbooking Ireland, and the two ladies had been talking about the Dingle Peninsula in Ireland. My mother in law asked: "Well in Swedish dingle means, like to swing your legs off the side, like dangle. What does it mean in English" Me: "Well, in English we only have that word in one meaning that I can think of." (dingleberry) "How do you use it" Me:"It is a way that is so awful and gross, you don't want to know" "No, tell me" Me: If you want to know, look it up. I am not telling 2 60 year old women how younger people use that word. I hope they don't actually google dingle.
I don't remember what the context of the conversation was, but on a similar note, I had this conversation with my dad: Dad: What's motorboating? Me: YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT MOTORBOATING IS?!?!?!?!?! Dad: ....no....enlighten me. Me:......................................actually..............................I'm not going to be the one to tell you.
Pussy. That would have been hilarious. I bet your mom would have laughed and then launched into a bunch of stories of how she cleaned your dirty underwear as a kid, how she knew you weren't really "brushing your hair" all that time in the bathroom, and all sorts of funny shit. Old people usually aren't any where near as fragile as you think they are, you know.
Ah, I see. Incidentally, if those were your Mom's boobs, then they would definitely fall under the generic subject of labelled objects I have rubbed my junk up against... Amazingly I never went to math camp, or the like. I got invited to one of those programs where you fly off and spend a month or six weeks during the summer taking sped-up versions of college courses when you're 13. My folks could never have afforded it, but I didn't really see the point in going anyway. After all, I was already planning to go to college, and this wasn't going to get me out of those courses. It would also require me to do homework and take extra classes during the summer, which seemed really bogus. I also didn't relish the idea of spending that much time with a bunch of stressed-out kids who would constantly make me feel inferior because they did 3D integral calculus as a hobby in their spare time.
Holy shit. So most of us have seen Nett's avatar: Sometimes many, many posts in a row. But if you look at the file's EXIF data, you can see what it looked like before the picture was cropped: Now I guess we know what Mr. Incredible was so smug about.
Ahhh, yes. The REAL truth about how Frylock became a mod. But don't beat yourself up (off?) about it dude... you were REALLY good.