Salad shooter's too good for that cheeseweasel, Aims.
I'm thinking rusty chainsaw sans lube.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Salad shooter's too good for that cheeseweasel, Aims.
I'm thinking rusty chainsaw sans lube.
I'm thinking rusty chainsaw sans lube.
Rusty chainsaw with saltwater lube.
A mutant termite ringworm with rusty chainsaw arms.
"With full pack."
A mutant termite ringworm with rusty chainsaw arms.
That lays an egg that turns into one of those chestbursting Aliens - not one from the Alien movies, but the one from Mel Brooks's Spaceballs, that does a little song and dance after it bursts from your chest.
Will someone kick my ass and make me call my doctor on Monday? The pain is fully back now, whatever good effects I was getting from the steroids have completely warn off.
Infuriating, Aims. What an ass.
Good for you, making seven days!
Aims your Uncle should have the steering column from a 1973 AMC Gremlin used to dredge his colon.
IJS.
My sister believes that the ratio of f-bombs to regular English in my conversation is directly related to the amount of nicotine in my body.
Or, as Dennis Farina would put it, "They say the no fucking cigarettes is the fucking reason for the horrible fucking language."
This is one place I'm calling on tomorrow. And I'm going over to my uncle's house and telling him that we're paying $450 a month until we move.