"I'd like to party with that guy" - under my breath, at a cement mixer driving by— Greg (@weedguy420boner) October 22, 2012
"FEAR IS USED 2 ENSLAVE THE MASSES," I SAID AS I RIPPED THE FUCKIN DECORATIVE CARDBOARD SKELETON OFF OF THE COMMUNITY CENTERS BULLETIN BOARD— wint (@dril) October 19, 2012
ive watched the tape nearly 40 times now and ive come to the conclusion that i could fuck way better than the hulkster if given the chance— Scary Beans (@dogboner) October 16, 2012
im crippled and i need an assistant to help me shit— deg (@degg) October 21, 2012
Is there a "Ghost" porn parody where someone is behind a woman helping her jerk off a rod?— Spirit Ghost (@haha_what) October 20, 2012
The singer dove off the stage and crowd surfed in a sort of reverse funeral procession where the person being carried is the only one truly alive. Touching him I felt religious ecstasy and started speaking in tongues and requesting songs that didn't exist.
There's no easy way to put this, so I'll tell it like it is. Bouillon is died. He went missing before the weekend and yesterday I found his skeletonized remains at the bottom of the #3 soup vat during one of my swims. I thought the cream of mushroom soup had an especially nourishing taste, and a lot more clumps of fur and skin than usual.
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