Sunday, February 7, 2010

Here comes a boat load of crap on your face. Smile

Brass knuckles make the sky bluer. That's what I heard from a thirdstring quarterback of a nonivy league school. He knows things. Me not so much

If I were Chef Boyardee I'd kill a bitch for fucking with my beef ravioli


-- Posted from the brainchild of a 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle

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