If while out for a bit of grocery shopping don't hit a pedestrian with your two thousand pound Pontiac Bonneville. Especially not a blind one. At the very least, don't just drive off leaving before mentioned blind person bleeding in the road. That is a dick move, bra.
Pee pee poo poo. Wee wee woo woo.
If you are going to stop bathing do it on your own time. I don't get paid enough to supply a 10000 square foot work space with enough lilacs and sugar cookie scented, carcinogen laden, air spray and flameless candle product to combat your funk. It can be hard enough to face that hell hole day after day. I don't need that experience punctuated by the aroma of hot trash.
Chris Rock calls it dookie.
If you openly declare that you love your thirty-seven half dead Siamese more than your children, maybe you shouldn't have children. That probably goes for people from Wisconsin who adopt kids and then house them in animal cages.
I would like to go on the record as of like a week ago that Charlie Sheen is not bipolar. That man is a crack head super hero! He is changing people's lives here people! Just lay back and let him show you the magic.
When I drink gasoline we all win!
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05 March, 2011
3 comments:
I was at a Hollywood key party once and Charlie Sheen got magic in my eye. Now I'm addicted to awesome (and cocaine, but mostly AWESOME!)
Did two of the uglier stripper/porn stars move into your house to raise your children afterwards?
I haven't had children yet but my vote is for YAY!
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