Fruck you, Circuit City.
So I've been gangraped by Circuit City.... but perhaps they'll give me a reacharound in the end....
Michael Gambon smells like Spoilt Milk, but Richard Harris smells like Old Cheese and Worms. I am not sure which I like better.
Snowballs are AWESOME!
[QUOTE=Gemini Cricket;170833]Yes, this is true.
Every man I have a crush on should be rich.
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Or drive a small car to make up for his enormous penis.
Dammit when Ugly Betty and Desperate Housewives stop showing new episodes in December due to no new scripts, I'll only have video games, the Internet, netflix, disneyland, the movies, live theatre, a Bjork concert, holiday shopping and my friends with benefits to turn to for entertainment. Oh the humanity!
To drive is human; to flatten SUVs, bovine.
AAaaaaaaAAAAa! I think something in my brain just expwoded.
Oh yeah well I think you're WRONG. I bet there'll be a hard cover at $75, a fabulous gay edition bound with Dumbledore's enchanted nipple clamps at $125, and a special "I sold my soul to Satan for a bestselling children's series" edition, bound in human skin for $1255.99 (at Wal-Mart). So THERE. Nyah!
Dear DCL:
Enclosed please find: One (1) woman with a tangle of red hair, who answers to the luxurious and swanky name of "Not Afraid" and one (1) small cute widdle pug-dog, who sometimes answers to the name of "Thurston" but will run faster if you call him "Bacon" (hereinafter known as "Pooch").
The esteemed Mrs. Afraid suffers from a condition in which her hair grows mottled and limp, her eyes glaze over, she becomes taken with fits of excessive howling and stealing the bacon and/or Olszewski sculptures of other persons. Said condition, "Thurstonicus Missimus", cannot be cured, but the symptoms can be minimized to undetectable levels via repeated applications of saliva to the face by said Pooch.
Therefore, it is urgent and necessary that Mrs. Afraid take the Pooch, who has been certified and trained in the saliva-transfer method after months of relentless and brutal conditioning, on your sailing establishment.
If you have any questions about the above, please feel free to contact my wife, who will make you something yummy to eat until you forget the question. Thank you, and have a pleasant tour.
Love and kisses,
Dr. Kevy (or at least I played one once).
OMG I freaking love coconuts. Fresh, shaved, sprinkled with sugar..... I mean, that describes how I like a lot of things, but coconuts is one of em.
I just wanted to see her tits too.
One of the questions is "Why oh God why?" to which he responds, "it seemed like a good idea at the time.
No more chicken, no more cow,
Feed me friggin' bacon now!
OK I am a tard...
cannibalism. Sorry, it just popped into my head.
That is more than one little Jew can handle! *faints dead away*
Lawsuit. It's what's for dinner. 
Holy motherfvcking fvckballs.
Sweet zombie jesus
Oh dear sweet zombie jesus...... hell fvckin' no. Not another one. I'd rather have my pubic hair pulled out one by one with tweezers than sign up for anything twitter-esque.
We should seriously start hanging out at Disneyland. I hear that place is pretty cool.
Damn... girl has some nice abs. I'd tap that sh!t. 
I think I just LARPed in my pants.
Hayao Miyazaki on the iPad: "It's disgusting. On trains, the number of those people doing that strange masturbation-like gesture is multiplying.
