Bizzarofelice wrote:I get the Good Morning Vietnam reference. The reference is a good one (despite the movie featuring Robin Williams).
Maybe post a pic of old ladies with accompanying smack like "you old bitties sit around this stale dump knitting and waxing poetic about the good ol' days when DC Smackmaster and other people no longer around brought glory. Only difference between you and the old ladies is they actually produce a quilt once in a while and this place doesn't produce shit."
I going for the group of old women engaging in gossip kind of angle.
With all the horseshit around here, you'd think there'd be a pony somewhere.
Bizzarofelice wrote:spousal abuse will never not be funny.
We agree!
signed,
THE BIBLE - Because all the works of all the science cannot equal the wisdom of cattle-sacrificing primitives who thought every animal species in the world lived within walking distance of Noah's house.
On what, sweetheart? Where does our disagreement lie? We can fix this.
we don't like each other,
Tears are streaming down my face at this news. I like you, trev. Just like Tom knows in his heart that he's funny, I know in my heart that you aren't really a cow, like I said you were. Sorry. Sorry!
don't waste your time.
Can someone check the freon? Little help here?
I'm not interested in arguing with you.
Bace, this bitch won't knit. Can I see the confounded diagram again?
Can't we just stick to cross-stitching? Maybe a new "husband stitch" for trev?
King Crimson wrote:anytime you have a smoke tunnel and it's not Judas Priest in the mid 80's....watch out.
Whaaaa? You give the smoking spunk bullesye on the right a mere 3? Hey, FUCK YOU. I give her at least a 5.5...maybe even a 6. Slim arms with nary a Porcelana brown spot? Check. A chin running solo? Check. Dark, penetrating, and alluring eyes with tasteful mascara and eye shadow? Check? Bumpin' little titties still conveniently located at chest as opposed to waist level? Hella-check. Nice posture means a fertile chicken loading back? Fuck yea. And check out the claw grip she's dropping on that stuffed mouse thing...can you say "ecstatic friction all up and down the whole dip-dop-dee-doobily?" 'cause I damn sure can. Baby set me up with some sweet tea and pimento cheese sandwiches and I'd deep six that funky stuff straight into her eternal resting place.
When life hands you a park steak, you'd better motherfucking ISSUE it.
