Off to drink Euro beer and get Euro drunk and make Euro jokes.
Off to drink Euro beer and get Euro drunk and make Euro jokes.
Bench advertising doesn’t work…or does it?
Random choreographed dancing can cure what ails you.
Often times I like to check my website’s spam filter for a good laugh. Here is the comment: which on its own isn’t very funny, but when you see what Corrupt Camel post supposedly helped this young scholar with his assignment, it’s pretty amusing. I don’t know about you, but I don’t remember having any…
While reliving childhood memories of Mike Tyson’s Punch-Out, I made a startling discovery.
Throughout the blockbuster hit, Magnum PI, there were questions of whether Jonathan Quayle Higgins III was actually Robin Masters, but that was never a question I had about Higgins. I always asked myself, “Does Higgins even know who I am? Does he love me the way I love him?”
What might be worse than the actual shootings is the hokey, pun laden lead up to the video.
Not one of the 6 reasons is beer, because that would be obvious. Duh.
I just read this article telling me triceratops, the James fucking Dean of dinosaurs, may never have existed.
Now you can’t own an Xbox without knowing what the Red Ring of Death (RRoD) is, and no, it’s not that ring-like rash on your nutsack, a souvenir from the Vietnamese prostitute last summer.
Off to drink Euro beer and get Euro drunk and make Euro jokes.
Bench advertising doesn’t work…or does it?
Random choreographed dancing can cure what ails you.
Often times I like to check my website’s spam filter for a good laugh. Here is the comment: which on its own isn’t very funny, but when you see what Corrupt Camel post supposedly helped this young scholar with his assignment, it’s pretty amusing. I don’t know about you, but I don’t remember having any…
While reliving childhood memories of Mike Tyson’s Punch-Out, I made a startling discovery.
Throughout the blockbuster hit, Magnum PI, there were questions of whether Jonathan Quayle Higgins III was actually Robin Masters, but that was never a question I had about Higgins. I always asked myself, “Does Higgins even know who I am? Does he love me the way I love him?”
What might be worse than the actual shootings is the hokey, pun laden lead up to the video.
Not one of the 6 reasons is beer, because that would be obvious. Duh.
I just read this article telling me triceratops, the James fucking Dean of dinosaurs, may never have existed.
Now you can’t own an Xbox without knowing what the Red Ring of Death (RRoD) is, and no, it’s not that ring-like rash on your nutsack, a souvenir from the Vietnamese prostitute last summer.
Off to drink Euro beer and get Euro drunk and make Euro jokes.
Bench advertising doesn’t work…or does it?
Random choreographed dancing can cure what ails you.
Often times I like to check my website’s spam filter for a good laugh. Here is the comment: which on its own isn’t very funny, but when you see what Corrupt Camel post supposedly helped this young scholar with his assignment, it’s pretty amusing. I don’t know about you, but I don’t remember having any…
While reliving childhood memories of Mike Tyson’s Punch-Out, I made a startling discovery.
Throughout the blockbuster hit, Magnum PI, there were questions of whether Jonathan Quayle Higgins III was actually Robin Masters, but that was never a question I had about Higgins. I always asked myself, “Does Higgins even know who I am? Does he love me the way I love him?”
What might be worse than the actual shootings is the hokey, pun laden lead up to the video.
Not one of the 6 reasons is beer, because that would be obvious. Duh.
I just read this article telling me triceratops, the James fucking Dean of dinosaurs, may never have existed.
Now you can’t own an Xbox without knowing what the Red Ring of Death (RRoD) is, and no, it’s not that ring-like rash on your nutsack, a souvenir from the Vietnamese prostitute last summer.
Off to drink Euro beer and get Euro drunk and make Euro jokes.
Bench advertising doesn’t work…or does it?
Random choreographed dancing can cure what ails you.
Often times I like to check my website’s spam filter for a good laugh. Here is the comment: which on its own isn’t very funny, but when you see what Corrupt Camel post supposedly helped this young scholar with his assignment, it’s pretty amusing. I don’t know about you, but I don’t remember having any…
While reliving childhood memories of Mike Tyson’s Punch-Out, I made a startling discovery.
Throughout the blockbuster hit, Magnum PI, there were questions of whether Jonathan Quayle Higgins III was actually Robin Masters, but that was never a question I had about Higgins. I always asked myself, “Does Higgins even know who I am? Does he love me the way I love him?”
What might be worse than the actual shootings is the hokey, pun laden lead up to the video.
Not one of the 6 reasons is beer, because that would be obvious. Duh.
I just read this article telling me triceratops, the James fucking Dean of dinosaurs, may never have existed.
Now you can’t own an Xbox without knowing what the Red Ring of Death (RRoD) is, and no, it’s not that ring-like rash on your nutsack, a souvenir from the Vietnamese prostitute last summer.