Nope! My ladies parts are happily intact. It's just my favorite insult because it is so preposterous.
I called my brother a dickface. Then he called me a pussyface. I told him that I love him, and he proclaimed that the Rapture might have happened. His follow up question was, "Are you drunk?" I love my brother.
I did this five years ago and it is still working. I have owned the truck for 13 years. I am also enjoying a beer now.
So, he knows that it has to only either be rapture or drunkeness that would prompt an "I love you?" You should call him more.
So, Precheck went great, and Helo didn't crash and all three of us didn't die because of the rapture thing. I'm drinking a beer now to celebrate.
That would've sucked if you got raptured up while you were in the helo, and it fell on some sinners down below.
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Christ, and I thought my sister was annoying. At least she doesn't tell me she has feelings for me or any of that shit.
Cheers to the thread. After starting the new job, my first Saturday off has been filled with drinking, eating and Californication. I've also been patting myself on the back for finally being out of the waiting tables game. I had a feeling I wouldn't miss Saturdays full of unhappy "guests", failing dish rooms, slow kitchens and an inept front desk staff. Besides the masturbation jokes, there really isn't a set focus?
Nope, middle. So much for your birth order personality theory. In addition to the masturbation jokes, Mr. ADD, you can see that we also try to turn people's posts around to make them sound gay, and make fun of the geographic region where people come from. We also type really sloppily to make it seem like we're totally wasted.
Why, yes, I will have another beer. Thanks. And, we also try and encourage the ladies to post pictures of their tits. A lot.
I lost the bottle opener I had on my keys[how convenient] so now I've resorted to using my large can opener that also has a bottle opener on it to do the job.
So, we're all still alive. I'm going to go sneak into a house and teabag me a fundamentalist. Did anybody catch that radio broadcast they displayed on the billboards today? I imagined it would go something like so: "Sorry folks, our bad. Guess we got a couple more decades of 'fundraising' yet." Whatevs. We get the rest of our long weekend to drink, smoke weed and blow shit up. Our American cousins get to do the same next week. The weather is nice. Life is good. And now, music. ...seriously though, if The Eagles announce one more goddman time this is their "Farewell/Retirement/Last/Whateverthefuck Tour" I will stab at them with my steely knives 'till I just CAN kill the Beast!