Thad Matta's great uncle Harvey Pollack has been badmouthing the shit out of the Eagles and Phillies. Let's call him and tell him what we think, the more vulgar, the better. His number is (215) 389-0659.
Here at the Prankazoid Humor network, we've secretly switched Bill Walton's Humboldt County nugs for grass clippings laced with PCP and DMT. We're also going set off an ear-splitting siren and sic these hungry Dobermans on him after his first hit.
Somehow it's not fair that Roger Patterson has long since passed away but the creature he spent his life pursuing still walks free and is able to leave nonsensical voice mails.
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"Uh, Bill?"
"..."
"Bill, are you there? It's me, Harvey!"
"Harvey's not here, man."
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Thad Matta's great uncle Harvey Pollack has been badmouthing the shit out of the Eagles and Phillies. Let's call him and tell him what we think, the more vulgar, the better. His number is (215) 389-0659.
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Who would you kick out of YOUR hot tub?
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To which Leia responded "you had me at 'Wonderful girl. Either I'm going to kill her, or I'm beginning to like her.'"
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Becky, look at his butt. It's just so...OLD. He looks like one of those cryptkeeper's girlfriends!
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Let's sit back and watch the fun, shall ewe?
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Happy Birthday. Happy Birthday. Thank you. Thank you.
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