's getting out of control man
America, eatin' my lunch from a single bowl in my parents basement, where I'm livin'. Happy Birthday, I'm forty-three.
Don't want to waste those precious calories...chewin'. Jesus come move my jaw for me, help me get my sloppy food down my throat.
^^^^Hi Face!
My work is done. Jeff is probably going to go ballistic the next time he drives past a KFc.
Figured I'd get mine in before it really gets old...![]()
At the rate we're going, we're going to have to come up with a new stock phrase with which to greet Jeff.
why not man, why not
I am laughing so hard right now
Props Findog
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