Hell, I’d even ante up enough cash to buy a ticket for a date!
She might be even be so confused about the match-up (“Wait, who was the ‘good guy’? The light house? The squid? The Spanish Inquisition?”) that I could have a chance of getting some. Winners all around!
What are ya talking about? Mine came that way! In fact, it’s made primarily from plastic sheeting and duct tape. Fat lot of good it did tho, now that I am all dead from fart humor.
Hmm… Well, I don’t think the Giant Squid is ever a good guy. He’s usually a mean old man who is wealthy beyond avarice, hates everyone just because they exist, delights in nothing more than the misery of others, and yet still somehow has managed to convince his neighbors that it would be in their best interest to sell everything they own to him voluntarily and willfully at prices of a penny on the dollar. He also owns every place everyone works, is the only person in a hundred mile radius with a brain or any possessions of his own, and he is practically immortal — buying everyone’s newborn children for generations on end.
One thing that always bothered me about farts was…not the smell. It was the fact that the air that is now in my nose and mouth, was, mere seconds ago, in someone else’s ass.
Have no fear! Slow Loris Man is coming to the rescue!!!
ahem.
Have No Fear! Slow Loris Man is coming to the rescue… cough…AHEM!
HAVE NO FEAR! SLOW LORIS MAN IS COMING TO THE RESCUE!!!
awwww, fuck it. That dude will never make it in time.
What is it with this board regarding farts and Fred Phelps?
Why not combine the two. Put ol’ Phreddy in the middle of a circle, everyone give him your better side ( after a healthy dosage of Sasquatch Bean Burrito) and give him a SBD rebuttal.
:::::snicker:::::: It’s so sophomoric, it’s perfect.