28532 pts · October 23, 2012
Authentic Frontier Gibberish
It’s Maureen McFadden, and she’s better than her station. She’s retired now. She was always a class act.
Ma’am this is a Wendy’s.
It is a lot easier to hide imperfections with mortar as you’re going around a radius like this. Former brick layer.
That’s pretty badass.
My basset was Otis. Quaker Oats. My boys called him Oaty McScrote.
Lock on that man / woman of the match.
Hey, we all get demoted at some point.
“Ass *and* ball cancer…. INCURABLE!”
“Grans of the girls on the 7th floor.”
One comes upon an amazing amount of zero fucks in a no win situation.
That feels like the audio version of a well done steak.
So he’s dumb…. and racist…. aaaand dumb. If only they were all this easy to see.
And the luckiest one the one that missed the table and belly flopped onto the ground instead.
Mix this with apricot preserves for the world’s best chicken marinade.
Good lord. You can literally watch that beast lose its third dimension.
Since they built the house apparently.
Goddammit. There goes the rest of my night. Off to YouTube. Those bar skits are so great. “I’m an airline pilot.”
“I’m like 70% sure it was him.” “You said 99% before!”
I mean, we’ve never met, and she’s already disappointed in me. That’s about right.
Okay, 1. Great username. 2. What is this from? I’ll watch this shit right meow.
I need a moment.
When I hit my friend’s vape while hiking.
Happen to need an alcoholic farm hand that works hard?
And that gun is real.
Fukkin Urkel needs to calm tf down.
The hell would it be doing on the pavement
It’s Maureen McFadden, and she’s better than her station. She’s retired now. She was always a class act.
Ma’am this is a Wendy’s.
It is a lot easier to hide imperfections with mortar as you’re going around a radius like this. Former brick layer.
That’s pretty badass.
My basset was Otis. Quaker Oats. My boys called him Oaty McScrote.
Lock on that man / woman of the match.
Hey, we all get demoted at some point.
“Ass *and* ball cancer…. INCURABLE!”
“Grans of the girls on the 7th floor.”
One comes upon an amazing amount of zero fucks in a no win situation.
That feels like the audio version of a well done steak.
So he’s dumb…. and racist…. aaaand dumb. If only they were all this easy to see.
And the luckiest one the one that missed the table and belly flopped onto the ground instead.
Mix this with apricot preserves for the world’s best chicken marinade.
Good lord. You can literally watch that beast lose its third dimension.
Since they built the house apparently.
Goddammit. There goes the rest of my night. Off to YouTube. Those bar skits are so great. “I’m an airline pilot.”
“I’m like 70% sure it was him.” “You said 99% before!”
I mean, we’ve never met, and she’s already disappointed in me. That’s about right.
Okay, 1. Great username. 2. What is this from? I’ll watch this shit right meow.
I need a moment.
When I hit my friend’s vape while hiking.
Happen to need an alcoholic farm hand that works hard?
And that gun is real.
Fukkin Urkel needs to calm tf down.
The hell would it be doing on the pavement