Hey, I get it. You’re busy. Can’t let shit get in your way for one second. Always on the go. Unfortunately, my car was in the way of your midnight bravado, because apparently you thought it’d be rad as shit to walk up on the hood, roof, and over my entire car. Still, I get it. You’re busy. The only thing I’m hung up on is why you couldn’t have wiped your dirty-ass shoes prior to Fred Astairing up my automobile? Who wipes shoes? Nobody? Who walks on cars? Dick nobodies. —Wipe Your Feet
This article appears in Jun 2-8, 2011.
time to start being a midnite cowboy o.p., and wait to see if it happens again. this time, you having a nice little gift waiting for them, get the idea?
sorry to interrupt. come in commander and chickpeasis, the babies are standing…screee
I less than three them yellow feetses. And the big one has real wings, not turkey wings now. Screee!
Real wings vs. turkey wings – it’s a difference of a pinion. >; )
ooh very clever trevor^^groan
Argh, I can’t take such punishment, Ivan.
Cut me some slack – I got 4 hours sleep last night and the only things that have kept me going today have been bad coffee and chocolate covered peanuts by the handful. >: (
i have had trouble communicating today http://images.free-extras.com/photo/a/a_bu…
He He – this is pretty much how I’m feeling right now…
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love it “results may vary” http://www.thosefunnypictures.com/resize.p…