Rodney Harrison set up an Etsy shop selling "Live and Let Live" needlepoints as a front to collect the addresses of suspected pussies.
...and it turns out that he's been lying to us all along. He's not really rock at all, he's just a giant piece of coprolite!
Jay-Z used the word "premium," Yormark said...
Weird, I think of the Nets, and "total loss" comes to mind.
I used to sling rocks tote glocks and creep nightly
claim thats the real shit never change because I'm the truest
now it's Hamptons weekends with folks whose blood's the bluest
Queensbridge ganst... oops I gotta take this call, it's Keira Knightley
claim thats the real shit never change because I'm the truest
now it's Hamptons weekends with folks whose blood's the bluest
Queensbridge ganst... oops I gotta take this call, it's Keira Knightley
Wait until the media finds out that that Danny Tartabull received twice-daily intracranial injections of minoxidil to grow an afro inside his skull.
Right, I'm retarded and was drunk at the time. Either way, young/
My Dad's father was a WWI vet, and after being gassed and shrapneled came to America to start a family. He died in his sleep in in 1987, at 89. Which means he was 14 when he entered the war in 1916. What. The. Fuck. I was still jazzed about, like, getting pubes or some shit at that age.
Edit - I should point out that he was basically a street urchin from Glasgow, one of 9 kids. Despite being a kid, he was gladly and eagerly accepted by the British military, because he was a street urchin from Glasgow.
Oh man, I have to travel for work on the reg, sometimes with other folks from my office, and/or meeting clients. More often than not, after a day of doin' shit and being on I'd rather not continue to deal with them (whoever them is). On the rare times that I can go alone, sidling up to the bar for steak on a salad, with a bourbon, and a TV showing golf? Man, that feels good.
The world is your oyster, solo bar guy.
No. Just no. I care what obscure music you like.
*snort*
That's a riot.
Usually, when playing poker with a moonshiner, what you really have to worry about are the blinds.
Dear Adam,
I admire your careful use of metaphor. However, despite your girlfriend's lack of clear objection, I'd caution you against putting a "kitchen accessory" in any "storage" location that feels "intuitive" to you, as I doubt that you'll end up a "hero" (excepting, of course "Oops, I thought you were down for that-Man").
Till next week,
D_H
Ricky:"Hey man, break out the big stick, see if you can cut off the dogleg."
Dicky:"Heh, I'll do you one better, watch this!"
[sits in waiting room, picks up magazine]
"Golf World's Stop Slicing special? Are you shitting me?"
Well played, gents.
Let's see... I see "the flail," "the jerk," "the DX," "the one man grind" and "the bongo." Not a "running man" in sight.
