Like last time I cooked your Benadryl-tendies recipe. Slept for two days straight.
Eat moar tendies.
WTF does David the Gnome have to do with your slutty girlfriend? Leave him outa this.
His obituary is meme enough. That’s available still.
Gas pedal, meet floor.
21-foot rule still applies and the that 400 hp truck can cover the distance to those commies before their pea-brains have time to react.
Title even looked like it was typed with one finger, very slowly.
Your wife’s bull says to tell you no nuggies until you fix the driveway and find some proper dog bowls.
That’s a funny way to spell “whiskey and mescaline”.
Yes, but what kind of meal should I cook for myself before dropping said commies? Need mUh strength and such.
We need a time machine.
In 5 years those guns will still be useful. In 5 years the PC will be obsolete. When that day comes, shoot the computer and upload video please.
Be the change you want to be in this world. Recreate it.
“Keep your fuckin mouth shut” means NO LINKING! Age-old rule.
How is Dallas in the whole scheme of things? Is it cucked or is there hope?
With a name like that he can work anywhere he wants in Silicon Valley. What a faggot.
That’s his jacket alright
Is that the movie where someone said “here comes the Big Crapola!” Instead of the Big Kahuna? I vaguely remember that from the 80’s.
This is fucking decent, Ricky!
The DA just got caught accepting $78,000 worth of Soros Bucks, allegedly.
Kid? No, I’m talking from first-hand experience. It happens from time to time.
Do you waffle stomp the turd down the shower drain or do you carry it to the waste bin?
Cool story bro. Reminds me of a similar experience:
So anyway, there I was. Barbecue sauce on my titties... it’s better when on the tendie but since I like to gorge out in the nude, it just gets everywhere. Better to go with the flow rather than to interrupt meal time with wet nappies. So anyway, there’s a knock at the door and I’m forced to get up and check. Turns out this hot chick’s car broke down in front of my trailer, and she needed some help. Since I’m fairly mechanically inclined like yourself, I go out with my last remaining wire coat hanger (turned the others into lightning lin..... I mean paper clips. Tie that loose muffler back up and send her on her way. Three weeks later there’s a letter in the mailbox, it was a thank you card from the chick with her phone number and cute little hearts drawn all over. I knew right then what needed to be done. Cook moar tendies! Lots of them. Then I call her up and tell her I made a romantic meal for two, she’s there in five minutes. We ate ourselves into a food coma, embracing each other in the nude. Of course I didn’t dick her down on the first date, I’m a man of honor. And so is she. Her name was Steve.
That explains the bbq sauce on my toes.