“So that’s one McBorscht and a Supersized Failed Missile Launch, amiright guys? ROFL”
“Ugh, I’m so sick of this guy’s shit.”
“Your missiles do suck, tho.”
“So that’s one McBorscht and a Supersized Failed Missile Launch, amiright guys? ROFL”
“Ugh, I’m so sick of this guy’s shit.”
“Your missiles do suck, tho.”
Soon to be a member of KCI, Kentucky Correctional Institution
Return of the Living Dead Swamp Thing Night of the Comet Fright Night (original or remake) Paranorman The Frighteners Arachnophobia
Take a byte and report back.
Filthy producerses
Um, no! *(giggles in fed)
No, we don’t. Just because you’re reporting it doesn’t make it so. I’m not going into debt for some piece of plastic in nice packaging.
I used to do a lot of traveling and slept in rest stops and 24 hour Walmart parking lots (they allow it, or at least used to). Here’s a little pro-tip for security. Run your front seatbelts down through the doors built in handles, across the seats and into the buckle. Pull it as tight as you can. If anyone picks the lock while you’re asleep they won’t be able to open the door. I never had it needed but I slept more soundly knowing that extra bit of security was in place. Outside of that, be sure you have more water than you need. Keep an unopened, sealed gallon that you never open, or rotate and replace as needed. Keep your batteries charged. I don’t play baseball but I’d travel with an old mitt and bat. Put a long sock over the end of your bat. It’ll give you an extra swing if needed. No shame in carrying mace/bear spray and a whistle, either. Keep a decent first aid kit, too, with a large bottle of rubbing alcohol. And rolls of toilet paper! Rest stops and port-o-potties aren’t always that clean. Rubbing alcohol on the toilet seats is a simple way to keep sanitary. Baby wipes are the best when you haven’t been able to shower for a minute. Enjoy your travels!
“The pointy end goes into the other man.”
Some rabbit’s gonna have the coolest keychain ever.
Magnified anus-fleas
I knew nothing of the game and presumed as a “witcher” I’m supposed to kill witches. Be, um, …selective.
I keg so avoid that, however, I’ve had a violent fermentation that Sistine Chapel’d my ceiling as if it were painted by Jackson Pollock.
Dar mourns for Seth.
And cheddar, ya philistines.
My understanding is she’s using the other hand, so technically, totes different.
My choom.
A fucking pencil!
I’m sorry for your loss. I hope you found a new lap!
pfft BWA-HAHAHAHHHAA