My God that hat is a fucking travesty. There is one Yankees hat. It isn't yellow, multi-colored or with different shaped NY's on it.
Frylock is just going to get the 300th post again using his computer wizardry skills. Bieber isn't going anywhere. Anyone who says otherwise will go the way of poor Dixiebandit and his tow truck stories. Tomorrow it's my roommates birthday and we're having "porch climbers." Never heard it called that before, but it's made of beer, lemonade, and whiskey. We mix those ingredients in very large quantities, put it in a cooler, have a bunch of people over, then see what happens. My guess is fun followed by far too much vomiting. I really wish this wasn't happening at my house. EDIT: Now that I think about it, doesn't "porch climber" sound like a racial slur? Is it one? "Get a job you lazy fucking porch climber!!"
You're really asking for it with this theme. If anyone likes eel soup, click here* *you don't like eel soup, TRUST ME. I know you were were born in the very early 80's or the late 70's, but we have this thing called the internet now and we can all copy and paste that phrase to learn about Six-year-old Anthony Fremon and his wishes. Let me know how your prostate medication is working, I'm not that far behind you.
We call them Porch Crawlers and they look and taste like pink lemonade. Seriously, is goes down so easily you'll think you're cheating nature. I personally think it blows Jungle Juice away, but it tastes girlie.
We used to do the same with vodka or everclear and I think Sprite. Girls loved it. We called them pink panty droppers. But really we should have called them "freshman girl doesn't know her limits and pukes in the bushes all night."
Gentlemen, I am in dire straits. Aside from the four litres of the special stuff I brought back from Germany, and three litres of a seasonal winter beer I stocked up on last January, plus a bottle of James Ready my cousin brought over and neglected to drink last year, I have no beer left!
I smell like sawdust and mineral spirits. It's awesome. We used to mix up the Strip and Go Nakeds in a big Gatorade coolah so it minimizes the mess that will inevitably ensue. For the time being I'm enjoying some scotch on the porch. It's finally not raining anymore.
I avoid television, magazines, newspapers, and any pop culture news like the plague, so I didn't know who this "Beaver" fellow was until a few months ago, only that the comments on Youtube for metal videos seemed to mention him a lot. Then, a couple of my real life friends felt the powerful urge to inform me of who he was. I felt like ripping out their tongues for pouring poison into my brain through the ears.
So I'm running the USMC Mud Run this Saturday. My total training time for this event is about two weeks, and I never actually felt like getting out of the house to run. I wanted to bring beer to the event but apparently that is frowned upon and my teammates told me I was an idiot. This should be interesting. Spoiler The 2010 Ultimate Challenge Mud Run reached event capacity 3 weeks prior to the event with over 14,000 participants. By moving the location to The Leatherneck, we were able to increase our capacity to 3600 Teams. THIS IS OFFICIALLY THE LARGEST MUD RUN IN NORTH AMERICA.
My absolute favorite weird fetish: Suicide Girls. NSFW NSFW NSFW What can I say? My favorite girls are damaged... Actually, I just like a petite athletic brunette with tats and daddy issues. Anyone know why I have relationship issues?
Fixed that for you. Can anybody explain why I only want to listen to bluegrass when I'm drunk? I don't listen to it when I'm sober, but for some reason a mandolin is resonating deeper than anything right now. God bless Chris Thile Rye thoughts aren't good thought. Boys did I ever tell you 'bout the time I...
Really? Seems to me (from experience and those pictures) that my favorite girls are petite athletic brunettes with a lot of tattoos and piercings. Who knew? I have the same taste in women as my dad. (That's an issue for another thread). Unfortunately, the google for that comes up weird. Seeing as how I love chicks with tats and piercings, and this thread has a weird fetishes theme, how about you go ahead and fuck yourself?
You fuckers are just jealous. You also seem to misunderestimate my ability to send anyone who changes the tagline to a non-Bieber-related topic to the cornfield. I keed! I keed! (or do I?)