Bladder than a kick in the balls.
Blackbladder.
Jacob's Bladder.
Now that's quality pish, mate.![]()
Bladder than a kick in the balls.
Blackbladder.
Jacob's Bladder.
Now that's quality pish, mate.![]()
Jacob's ladder was a quality fillum. I was all like, wtf.
Are you talking about the couch again, or.
Btw-
I was just declared persona non-gracious - for no good reason - by a woman who threatens to become an in-law.
I am in fact and deed (and by unstinting habit) a gracious fellow; I am also, however, entertaining an array of responses, all of them calculated to utterly destroy her.
Shall I take pains to do this with my customary grace, or drop all pretense and let the blood flow without regard for any familial protocols, however imminent or pending?
I only ask because I trust you all for good help.
"Researchers have already cast much darkness on the subject, and if they continue their investigations, we shall soon know nothing at all about it."
-Mark Twain
@JP
I'm still having trouble with it, tbh.
I'm in a perpetual state of what the fucking fuck with that phlegm.
A bit like Donnie Darko in that respect.
Last edited by chalice; 10-02-2009 at 09:16 PM. Reason: Kev sammich wrecker rides again.
"Researchers have already cast much darkness on the subject, and if they continue their investigations, we shall soon know nothing at all about it."
-Mark Twain
Tell her that her prospective spouse is genetically predisposed to the bad aids.
Artistically construct fleshy legions on your brow and neck.
Punch those who're dear to you to riase the requisite wounds and propound that myth.
She'll be out that cat-flap like a diarrhoeic gerbil.
You knows it makes sense.
And there went the neighborhood.
Welp, a page ago, I get distracted in between posting, see.
Last edited by Snee; 10-02-2009 at 10:07 PM.
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