Yes, it does seem that a robotic sphincter would solve all your problems.
Woooo that looks really gay. I'm in!
Wow that sounds like a lot of fun! Except for the no-pants part.
It's a good smell. It's the smell of technology and progress... or maybe it's just the... I'm not going to question it. It's technology and progress scratch-n-sniff.
When we went house-hunting last weekend, we visited Disney's Hyperion Studios, which was renamed "Gelson's". Like Disney-MGM, it no longer has a working animation team on site.
MmMMmM. Smoked pork roast, cooked by the essence of flaming tragedy.
Which is why I find myself living in Los Angeles, producing movie websites, and.. today... writing a political play about Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots. Mmmm, that's good derail.
This thread is all sticky... Eww!
(Bing Crosby sits by his fireplace in a smoking jacket with a mug of hot cider in one hand. A lit Christmas tree sits to his left.)
Bing: "Hello, friends. You know, nothing says Christmas like a giant rubber double-sided dong.
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!
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And suck it kevy. Suck it hard and suck it long.
C'mon people settle down. You've already gone and got the thread sticky.
And it looks like the rabbit in your sig is preventing cancer.
Did you know that garbage disposals are not meant for grinding up small decorative coffee cups even though they fit down the drain?
I'll bet you didn't know that no one in my family has any idea what I'm talking about when I interrogated them on who broke our ding-dang-diddley disposal either.
Can't you read? He's going to put it in his sock.
What if I don't feel like arguing, eh? You ever think of that? Noooo...it's all about the JW Bear, isn't it? Never mind what other people want to do. Maybe I won't want to argue anymore. Maybe I just want to, like, sing or something.
You gotta problem with that, mister?
(You should- I'm a terrible singer.)
Then you're doing it wrong. You need to practice your vomiting skills. A well performed vomit should sound more like "hu, hu, ugh, hhhrrrrrruuuwoooosh, oh god, god dammit, hhhhrrrrrrooowooosh".
If it was about passenger comfort, there would be all sorts of different fares, classes and cabins:
"Won't shut the f*ck up" class.
"Won't turn off cell phone until threatened with arrest" class.
"Insists on looking important by calling someone to say they've landed as soon as the wheels touch the ground" class.
"Last to board with a carryon that requires reshuffling of all overhead bins" class.
"Stows bunched up sweater in overhead bin on crowded flight" class.
"Blares music through headphones that I can hear three rows up" class.
"Falls asleep against window during drink orders" class. (Tap. Tap. "Excuse me, did you . . .?)
And so on. These people should all be charged extra. Or just given a good horsewhipping on the spot. Which I would pay extra to administer.
I am keeping my expectations low but it is a woodie after all.
So she bought some lube and injected it and thought that would work - and it didn't. Color me shocked.
My pants are missing again. I think I'll just pour some more Dr. Pepper on myself and stick to the chair.
I saw that yesterday and am much amused by it, so amused by it that I had actually printed it out to put on my cube wall when I realized I was about to become the type of person that prints out comics and puts them on my cube wall.
I don't want to be that guy so I threw it away. But I'm still amused by it.
I read that as Bacon-aire - like a millionaire but with bacon. Mmmm.
So drive naked and put the bacon on when you get there. Problem solved.
Tatas shouldn't have an apostrophe.
