I have some fat friends that might be very interested in your foodcrotch.
Go, dude, go. Just go. Drive, man. Drive, drive, drive, DRIVE!
"How can I possibly be racist if they aren't even human?" Excellent reasoning. You're in the clear, pal!
This post and my eyeballs are a match made in hell.
I love stories about people making new friends. Most stories.
Variety is the spice of life. Pepper is the spice of emergency room visits.
I'm haunted by a recurring vision of a skeleton flipping me off. To avoid seeing this terrifying image in bumper sticker form, I pay someone with a blank bumper to drive in front of me at all times.
Cons: causes bad nightmares. I used to have to eat beef until I passed out to have these kind of terrors, but this machine does it for me every time I fall asleep inside it.
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