Just saw on the news that it is hitting 7 years to the day after Katrina. Weird. I am currently on vacation in Flagstaff. Weather is beautiful and the people are super friendly. Tomorrow we are heading to the slot canyons, which is where that guy got stuck and cut off his arm. I'm not gonna lie, that frightens me a bit. There's a spa at our resort, so I offered my girls a choice of picking something to get done there (facial, pedicure, massage, etc.) and they picked massage...then realized they would have to at least partially disrobe. The looks on their faces were priceless. Quite the conundrum they are facing.
Why did you guys go back to school in the fall? I started back in the summer, and it was great: easy, short, cheap and the professors are much more laid back. Spoiler Spoilered for size. These things are awesome. Cheap, healthy, found everywhere and delicious. The only problem is opening them without tearing the seaweed is like successfully mapping out the Temple of Doom: fucking impossible. So, what's next, are we going to call Mythbuster's to prove to Sir Testiculars that some black people, indeed do not enjoy grape soda, watermelon and fried chicken?
I wish I could say this was the first evening that "greg oden dong" could be found in my search history.
I hope this fucker gets his head knocked off in his first game as a Jet. Then maybe I won't have to see 3 articles a day about the worst QB in the NFL.
I decided to reminisce tonight about being a poor underage drinker...ie...I bought Miller High Life, just because fuck it. Oh dear God. It tasted like my mouth was raped by dirty, sweaty hobos. I drank one, the rest I loaded in my car and plan to roll out the door next time I pass the homeless shelter. This shit has to at least be good for some entertainment.
Q: What do you call a smiling, sober, courteous person at a bar association convention? A: The caterer.
Miller High Life is the Devil's urine. Back in the day when I started drinking, I couldn't get drunk from two six packs of that stuff priced at $3.99 a piece. It's watered-down mule piss. And I still know guys who drink it. Poor, stupid bastards. NSFW NSFW
When I am killing roaches, I like to pretend that I am Walter White, and that my cat is Jesse, standing by my side and yelling 'YEAH BITCH."
I will admit to be begrudgingly amused by dixie trolling the hell out of us with these pictures of girls giving birth to bear cubs.
Trolling? I don't know, I suspect he's the webmaster for yetisgonewild.com. (If that's an actual web address I don't want to know about it.) His pictures are actually really funny if you add your own sound effects....make the sound you imagine a pissed off and confused grizzly would make if it was caught in a bear trap, then open his pictures. Entertainment ensues. Especially if you Photoshop a salmon into the muff.