My woman, god love her, but she needs to keep a better eye on her checking account. She has thousands in her savings, but barely keeps any in her checking, causing her account to over draft every now and then. I do not know why she doesnt get over draft protection. Besides, who doesnt have at least $200 in their checking account, am I right Shegirl?
You didn't mention the most famous part - the gay blade! This is how I read his name: (By the way, the new board is awesome for attaching and resizing images. You can just copy / paste! Sweet. Thanks, Binary.)
Every living adult in that so-called "community" needs to be either castrated or put to sleep to prevent further contamination of this planet. Dark Ages pedarist fucktards.
I hope the chickens lived. That's ridiculous. How did they even grab them? Chickens are fast when they want to be.
Well, if you're a chicken, and you get caught by a lady in a dress, maybe you deserved to be thrown at a mininvan. Also, that's hilarious. I mean, it's got to be funny watching somebody throw a live chicken, right? And, if they're wearing dresses, isn't that even more hilarious? The women, not the chickens. Although, if the chickens were wearing dresses, that's a whole 'nother level of funny. Maybe that's why they were so easy to catch. Or, maybe they were throwing cooked chickens, but that doesn't seem as funny. Unless, they were chicken nuggets. Then it's back to being funny.
Well, we were discussing throw chickens at a van. We might as well go on to throwing chicks under the bus.
It would be more effective to throw the children that they rape. Heavier, no wings to flap and slow them down.
My last name starts with a Cz, and the C is silent, so in my head it's always been I-Zorro, but I get that no one but me reads it that way.
Soooo, apparently when an airline says you must check in for a flight a minimum of 45 min. prior, it's not a suggestion. It's a rule. I was allowed to fly, but my luggage wasn't. After a little teeth gnashing and smacking myself for being tardy for a 7pm flight, I rebooked for the morning. The lovely agent took pity on me and didn't charge me a no-show fee. She also asked me if I needed a hug and when I earnestly nodded, came around the counter and gave me my much needed hug. She asked me 3 times what time I would arrive in the morning and offered to give me a wake-up call. When I left, she thanked me for not yelling at her. I'm bringing her Timmy's cookies. After that debacle the question was "now what?". "What" turned into a 5 hr. round trip drive across Vancouver Island to see an old dear friend perform comedy in front of 30 ppl. at an Army and Navy club in Ucluelet. Best. Decision. Ever. 5 hrs. on the road, 2 hrs. in the town that I love and all of it shared with my best friend. I don't even feel weird for drinking wine out of a mayonnaise jar (obviously I wasn't driving). When you need road pops and can't find any other container... Thank you WestJet. This is why you rock. Perfect ending to my Nanaimo trip.
Had the same problem this past year. We arrived maybe 3 minutes past the 1 hour deadline (that didn't appear to be documented anywhere), and they wouldn't accept our checked bag - despite the luggage for our flight not having departed to be loaded yet. I argued a little, then just brought the suitcase to the gate with me. I informed the gate agent that I wasn't missing my vacation because their website sucked, and to please find a place for my luggage. It got gate checked. I was banking on the fact that they didn't want the hassle of an angry customer who was already through security and holding up the boarding process.
Who wants to bet his ex-wife is happy with her life and he is wallowing in a pit of despair somewhere?
I'm just glad I came into the thread at this exact moment. Your name has always been like reading Hermoine or Siohbhan or Laoise (Fucking IRISH!). I just read it quickly and ignore the klaxon in my head that says "YOU DID IT WRONG!"
I call you Icky-Zorro. But its ok because PoppedCherries reads as "pooped cherries" every time. Which, we can all agree, is way better. I'm suddenly reminded of Couples Retreat and the concierge named Sctanley, "Spelled with a C." It was the only funny thing in that movie. But I watched it anyway because I want to eat Kristen Bell's ass in front of her grandmother. That tiny little girl must be a freak, there's just no way she isn't. Day 17 of self imposed sobriety. Well, booze sobriety. Because people have been offering me weed and coke like crazy. Oh, Florida. Never change. Odd feeling, though. I don't actually miss getting hammered one bit, but goddamn do beer and whiskey taste good. Another strange thing, I feel no different. Haven't lost or gained weight, my work outs have improved only as expected, no extra energy. So, apparently I can descend way further into alcoholism than originally thought or planned. GO ME.
Whenever they say Seung-Yul Noh's name, I keep thinking the commentators are discussing horse racing. " . . . and coming up on the outside, it's Soon You'll Know trying to lead The Masters Field at the final turn. And down the stretch they come!"