PET PEEVE! What a clued-out, selfish seat-hogger. Sorry about your MASSIVE BALLS, Mr. Totally Unaware Of Others, but you’re not actually the only one on the train. I hope all that fancy fresh testicular air gives you syphillis.
I wish to co-sign this statement. I also hope that his penis catches the pig AIDS.
Forgot that nonsense about a white light. This is the last thing you see before dying.
All I require is that he speak some English. Monosyllabic is fine.
Don’t be so sad, Buckley. You’ll grow into your head.
I still maintain that cats are overrated little things, but goddamn if this isn’t a Keane painting come to life. And I need to know what horribleness he is witnessing, above. This SuiteP character may be holding a gun to his mom, I don’t know.
I really really hope that chairmanoftheboard’s name is a reference to that amazing norm macdonald/conan o’brien clip from way back in the day
Yes. With Courtney Thorne-Smith as the second guest, talking about her new film with Carrot Top? I remember it like it was yesterday.
(except that you misspelled it in your post, but whatevs, I love that someone else got the reference and didn’t think I was just making a lame pun. We must now marry. Give Wheatley an opportunity to break out his wingtips, thus completing this evening’s internet circle)
It needs saying: Thomas Wheatley’s shoe game is ridic.
That’s the good thing about gingers. They know they have to try that little bit harder.
Somebody’s tombstone inscription is ready….
I’m upset because the lingering cold I have means that I’m going to drink some Neo-Citran soon and that will knock me out and I will therefore miss John Fogerty on Letterman.
Consider it brought, Lisanti.
Ha, joke’s on them! They’re going to look so stupid once their scales start sagging…