Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Mom: "Why are you taking my olive oil to the bathroom?"
Larry: "We're out of cocking oil."
Put one of these over your bed. I did.
When the grass starts smiling, it's time to put down the grass.
"I don't know what they're called in English," his boss said. "Just type something."
At the DMV, I presume
You better keep them old fat hos away from the snack bar
Someone split its head open
Formerly Ed Hardy
Made in China
C'mere and gimme some pussage, girl
We call those corn dogs
We call that sausage