…which brings back pleasant memories from the Eighties of me and one of the brothers scoping out a Kappa, cheerleader, turquoise lightweight cardigan top, black leggings, and as we were enjoying the rear view, my bro Ron says, “Rich, I wanna stick my face in that and go ‘brrrrrrrrrrrrr!” TFM.
21. He’s Fiji.
Tanning beds. Or as Hannibal Lecter refers to them, “salamander” broilers.
Playing Moon Pie Frisbee with Michael Moore until *you* get tired. TFTC.
What does being devoured and then regurgitated by a Beluga whale sound like?
“NOM NOM NOM…MON MON MON”
“So there never was an Ed?”
“Jesus Christ, Marty, if that’s what you think, I’m disappointed in you. There never was a Kurt.”
6 & 7. If our mom hates you and you hate our mom, guess who needs to change. At least if you want to stick around.
37. We don’t hate your gay bestie because he’s gay. We hate him because he’s in our rival fraternity. Yeah, we have Rule 30 too.
[wants to meet his grandmother]
And an even better TFM.
But who dyes their coozie in those colors…oh, you mean the drink holder.
Never mind.
I was going to say…sweetie, maybe you’re not, but that doesn’t mean HE isn’t.
…which brings back pleasant memories from the Eighties of me and one of the brothers scoping out a Kappa, cheerleader, turquoise lightweight cardigan top, black leggings, and as we were enjoying the rear view, my bro Ron says, “Rich, I wanna stick my face in that and go ‘brrrrrrrrrrrrr!” TFM.