so help me CHRIST ALMIGHTY i will turn this thing around and teabag every one of you until you wish you'd never heard of the daily dirt
this little outing was a STUPID IDEA and i have HAD IT UP TO HERE
oh my god do you see this? you've made my beard curl. for christs sake you made my beard curl. i've been cultivating a straight and wholesome beard since goddamn nam and now you've gone and made it curl.
BE QUIET MIRIAM I AM TRYING TO DISCIPLINE THE BOYS, NO I WILL NOT LOWER MY VOICE THIS IS MY FORD WINDSTAR AND I WILL SAY WHAT I DAMN WELL PLEASE IN IT!!!
oh here come the waterworks, right on fucking schedule
go and sit on a bulbous baby carrot you shameless tart
will someone pass me the pork rinds
i think they're in the backseat
The guns are gone. Now what happens to all those paper targets? Don't tell me you forgot about the paper targets. The ones hanging from little clips on fancy clotheslines at shooting ranges. With no guns to destroy these legions of paper bastards, they go unchecked.
Grimy horror growler Rob Zombie's scariest music videos finally ranked to warn your children.
A sign proclaiming "BACTA: DA FUTURE" marks the town's medical clinic
1998: I upload dave.pcx, and change the course of history
Set goals for yourself, and fulfill them. Absurd! Only in video games!
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