To shreds, you say.
To shreds, you say.
Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings
Like anything, You have to pay extra for that…
Or maybe strapped to a tree in a forest full of hungry horny grizzly bears. Is that better?
We call it a 3:45 ass…
This is one of my favorite stories, second only to the princess and the pee.
Didn’t the ending have the text, “What the fuck”?
I kind of like:
Crocodiles?! Do not swim here?
If you play cards, right…
How dare you, sir!
Maybe the commie antifa super soldiers were the friends we made along the way.
To be honest, I’ve always wanted to buy one and turn it into a camping van.
They have one here! I just subbed to it! All we need is wewantcups.
He is lousy with them.
My favorite clean joke, what do call a ship on the ocean floor that twitches? A nervous wreck.