Why the hell they gotta put those kind of commercials on during the game…you want to feel fresh ?!..here’s fresh…
…whooaa!..someone open a window!
Eagles may soar high, but weasles don’t get sucked into jet engines.
Hey guys, sorry I’m late. I knew the party was around here somewhere, so I just kept on driving till I found it.
I brought the fireworks! Anyone need some bottle rockets, Roman candles, fire crackers, M80s, or cherry bombs?
Hey, dudes, I’m back, and I brought my quad-runner. All those still capable of sitting upright are welcome to enter the circle-the-house time trial competition.
By the way, is wearing a hairless weasel on your face the latest in women’s fashion now?
Just let that stuff dry…it’s a hell of alot easier to clean up when it’s crunchy.
Eagles may soar high, but weasles don’t get sucked into jet engines.
:::returning from bathroom and opening fridge:::
Don’t tell UncleBeer, but I filled his Cruex bottle with chili powder…jeeeezus…who the hell brought the frickin’ Cranberry Wheat Beer…don’t make me kill again!
Eagles may soar high, but weasles don’t get sucked into jet engines.
::::shaking head::::
blblblblblb…okay, I’m awake now. Mercy. How long have I been here? Good thing I’ve still got another week off work.
My hand hurts. Holy shit…are those scorch marks on my cuff? Did I…? I did. I lit my damn hand on fire, didn’t I? I poured alcohol on my own skin, and set flame to it. I don’t believe me. Well, I hope I had a good time.
I’m going to the kitchen to forage. Someone come with me. I’m still a little hung over, and I don’t want to accidentally set my head on fire.
Is it jus me, or is the stuffed deer head on the wall droolin?
I heard someone was being mean to cats here. ::glaring at Sealemon:: Just remember guys, I know how to neuter you. You can do whatever you like to yourselves or to each other, but let’s leave the innocent animals out of this!
::glances around the room and walks out, muttering,“Guess I am glad to be a cat lady after all…”::
Okay, I’m back. I got sent home from work for smellin’ like a brewery; at least I stopped and got more beer and cash from the ATM Let me get back to that poker game. Omniscient, here’s your $150. Now deal.
Where’d that beer go and who’s makin’ breakfast?
Dopeler effect:
The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.
Who is this person next to me? And how did I wind up in the gardening shed? And where are my pants?
Yer pal,
Satan
I heard Cold and Wally were cookin… Whats that burning smell???
“Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.”
tucking his member back in
Uhhhh o well… aces high ?
Gimme another beer, that’ll cure that splitting headache…
sllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllluuuuuuuuurpppppppppppp…
AAAAAAAhhhhhh… that hit the spot alright.
Uh, about that deer head, sorry 'bout that. You know how it is with tequila.
Coldfire
“You know how complex women are”
- Neil Peart, Rush (1993)
Holy granola! Four flippin’ pages for this BS. Are we pathetic or what?
Pass me a bellllllchhhh…ahhhh cold one.
Dopeler effect:
The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.
Jumpin Jesus with a bucket of biscuits! Looks like someone violated the tazmanian devil remote control holder again.
Look, Spice TV is having a 24 hour anal bonanza on!
Since you’re already making breakfast could someone get me some gin and a pork chop?
Magnificent to behold - Greatly to be praised.
Thish jush might be tha bestest Mundame Pointer shtuffff ever.
I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!
< eyes roll back in head, passes out with a nice, loud THUD. >
You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.
I, too, nominate this very thread for the Classics Gallery.
Now, enough with that fancy talk.
Read these here 4 aces and weep !!
high fives all around
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiippppp…
Yee-haw ! And it’s on sale, too !
BTW, the toilet looks kinda messy, so I just screwed my new Bumper Dumper to the back of my car - you’re all free to use it as lang as you don’t spraypaint my rear window.
Pass me another one, Unc.
Coldfire
“You know how complex women are”
- Neil Peart, Rush (1993)
Hey guys, sorry I’m late, I would’ve been here earlier but I knocked on the wrong damn door man. Jeez, there’s a screaming woman running ‘round on the porch with a weasle hanging offa her and a bunch of wimmin next door talkin’ 'bout curtains 'n babies 'n shit. Whatsay we go over there and liven things up some, PANTYRAID!!!
It only hurts when I laugh.
Okay, since I’ve been having so much fun here this weekend, I decided to make y’all brunch. There’s pancakes, bacon and eggs, and hash browns. Don’t worry, I cut the eyes out of the potatoes before I sliced them. And the bacon is cooked really, really well…it looked older than me. There’s cereal too, and slices of milk. Yes, slices. Eat up!
Oh, I think I’m gonna sick. Umph.
Get out of my way! Blurrgh.Get out of my way!
SPLARGH!
Ohhhh, God, what was I thinking? Tequila and Kool-Aid.
I’ll never touch Kool-Aid again.
This space for rent.
Okay everybody, listen up, I’ve got a delivery here. Which one of you is named I. P. Frehley?