Knockin’ me out with those American thighs
Knockin’ me out with those American thighs
Onward to the paper, my noble steed!
Fuckin’ oversensitive dipshits. All of them. They can feel free to paddle their douche canoes as far away from me as possible.
Do we have clearance, Clarence?
I know. Different movie but I couldn’t resist.
This comment hit me like a gut punch of dread.
And now I’ll think about it for years.
This is how The Battle of Wisconsin starts.
If you’ve never rolled over in laughter after someone rips The Big One, I will forever question your friendship.
Farts are tactfully hilarious bodily functions. Mad props, too, if you covertly crop dust an entire room.
Yes. American Pie - Summer Edition. Just as warm, but a little bit wetter.
It’s the smell of success. No doubt.
Like this comment if you recently farted.
He’s gonna need a bigger truck…
I hated laughing at this.
You got me back. Guess I have to concentrate on that now. Instead of The Game.
Currently yawning. And it made me think about losing The Game. You’re welcome.
Oh, hey now… There’s nothing worth jawing about here /s
… you’ve never doubled down before?
Detroit has entered the chat.