Nothing says Friday fun like starting the day at the auto shop and listening to your new favorite mechanic brag about the broad he's going to bag when he gets off work.
We learned 19-year-olds are flexible and he likes to let his hair down, get all tanned up and wear his Guinea tee. We didn't understand this tee thing, but we nodded and played along anyway.
Our favorite moment was when we learned he details stripper cars. All we kept thinking was, "Man. That's it. That's the new f*cking band name."
Nothin'? Is this thing on? Right, then, on to the regular Friday staple that gets *no* feedback unless we post 18 pictures of Izzie. Good times. Ya'll know the drill. It's been a week. In this week, we grabbed the honorable and not so honorable and we point them out accordingly.
Heroez
Mmmmm. Beer.
Naitch, natch. The dude is ancient and he took a superplex off a ladder bump in the middle of the ring. He also slapped the figure-four on Lita. Not a bad night.
Jurevicius is the f*cking man. And he's overcome so, so much, too.
Not so much...
Who, now? Wait. He's still alive? But the President says we're winning. President Bush, we believe in you. You are our beacon and light and guider of eternal freedoms against the nameless terror that must extingui-- f*ck that. Motherf*cker has a name and it ain't Saddam, beeyatch.
Seriously? Reese, you're like so oh my God better than this.
Dumb Yahoo! viewers, for cancelling out all the Scarlett coverage for pictures like this. Stupid monkey. Although got idea with the sixty-- ALRIGHT.
Like wow this is so a buzzkill. Like seriously.
We'd love to find the punchline here. Not so much, though. We'd love to run the mother over with a bus. That's all we're saying. We won't get into the make and model of said bus, or whether it rhymes with sport.
Friday, January 20, 2006
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