nothing pulled from your asploding engine? or about being pasty and fat? darn.
I kinda wanted to, but the people in class are kinda... they're theater-fags. On dead-baby-joke day they didn't laugh. Some of them even left.
It's hard to come up with jokes, point blank. Give us a hand and I will definitely go for it though.
a pentacostal church reminds you of a rave. two guys in teh back with glow sticks "ja-ja-jesus!"
when you drink your scared of food with faces. little debbie, quaker oats man, misses butterworth, the shit comes outta her head! you hide her in the back of the fridge for she keeps moving to the fucking front of the fridge. she's the fucking rosa parks of condiments. you're scared a gang war is going to start in your fridge. everythings gonna beat up on the white milk. half and half doesn't know which side its on. one day you'll open it and there'll be a half empty box of baking soda and some chicken, "*snort* i didn't do it".
kebler elves also scare you but that's just cause its eight male midgets living in a tree...packing fudge.
yeah that's all i'm giving up.
And, to be fair, one of my favorite friends there is blind and I take every opportunity available to make fun of that and we're still friends. That guy never fit there. He never got the spirit of the RKMBs. We're gonna keep an eye on the obits, see if he finally left or if he really did have a heart attack. 2,506,410.81 CAD Rack points
