They report, you decide to look for the back button.
Take her down a couple pegs with "You are related to me, The Shit Volcano, who has 1579 posts on a forum about shitting."
People just can't get enough of watching others shit on the floor!
When your uncle starts detailing all the times he's shit himself, that's the signal that he has ran out of things to talk about and it's your turn to talk.
"The_Shitman" must live somewhere without neighbors.
The most I've done is named a couple of mine, but even then I didn't keep a SHIT LOG BOOK.
Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
Ignore the hype. Find out how these games will likely go right or wrong.
Doing some reps on the water bottle huh. I prefer bench press myself. Just kidding - stay hydrated.
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