Observation
You know what I hate? When, like, your uncle gets run over by a marshmellow truck. . . and at the funeral. . some jackass says to you, “I know exactly how you feel.” Oh really? So you had an uncle who got run over by a marshmellow truck too? No???? Then goddammit you don’t know how I feel!!!! Shit!
Mexi you are so selfish, always thinking about your self. What if their uncle was run over by a rice krispy truck on the way to meet with the marshmellow truck, that ran over your uncle, to make rice krispy treats? What about the kiddies who won’t be having rice krispy treats!!! Please think about the children!!!!!!!
Imagine you were inside a giant roasting marshmallow.
No, really, imagine it.
When I was young my grandfather told me “Don’t guard your money, guard your health.” Then while I was guarding my health my grandfather stole my money.
Hey it’s almost my favorite time of the year! Halloween! The Ghouls and Gobblins!!!! I remember the great times I had in Detroit!
GETTING THE HELL BEAT OUT OF ME AND GETTING MY CANDY STOLEN ONE YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!
Ahhh the happy feelings that came with:
Getting hit with eggs on Devils night and soaping all the neighbors car windows!!!!
yep those types of things don’t happen much anymore. The burning stuff only happened when people starting burning their own buildings for the insurance money. No joke! We never burned anything back in the day!
I think this Halloween I am going to snatch my own candy bags!!!! Yeah
Come here whatcha got kiddie!
Gimme that you little brat!!!! BBBBBBBHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHh
I remind you Dave that you vowed that your new blog name would be “Musty Nuts”.
give me 2 of what Dave has been drinking
Oh Yeah!!!!
If one more dumba– walks into Leroy’s looking and talking stupid I am going to punch them! I swear!
You had betta get your boxing gloves out ’cause there alot of stupid looking and talking people going into that place on a daily basis
Hey UNLV, did you get that comic strip link I sent you?
Yeah I got it I haven’t had a chance to look at his archives
We now return you to “Ethiopian Female Circumcision Makeovers”!
fuck! I had to watch that wonderful practice as part of some history of sexuality class I had to take at San Diego State…
cut that vag!
My father in law made the internet all the way from Botswana…..
http://www.mmegi.bw/2004/August/Friday27/87141181744.html
That’s cool as hell! I remember when I was a little kid growing up in Africa. We used to hit the bars all the time. Fun times for everyone! The karaoke was kind of lame though.
Take away the alcohol comments and he sounds just like the small town merchants that go belly up when a Wall-Mart moves into town
I hated Africa. They kept cutting off my legs and throwing them in the jungle. Do you know how hard it is to find something in the jungle without any legs?
And then while I was gone, they stole my farm and made it unproductive and starved, so I guess I got them back, but it sure didn’t feel like it. It is a good thing I had that contract with the Cowboys waiting for me.
When you get your legs cut off don’t come running to me!
How long did it take for your legs to grow back?
“Back home we had a boy they call little jimmy one-leg, on accounta his thang was so long!”
– C.J. in “A Soldier’s Story”
New rule if you come to America learn the damn language. I am on the phone with this Indian dude right now and he can’t speak very good english and gets confused easily. So he then calls Oracle tech support and it is some Indian chick she speaks worse English. ahahhhhhhh!!!!! Thank you! Don’t call agian!!!
Hey there is this Indian chick here at work (she’s new) and she found out I like Indian food so she said she’s gonna bring some in! That makes up for your experience. I say she can stay whether she speaks the language or not. Just keep the samosa coming!
Is she hot? If she is hot she can stay! No questions asked. guy in the UNLV jacket’s Yahtzee card is missing 2 things, a Japanese and an Indian (dot not feather).
Indian with a feather is a dime a dozen. All you need is some firewater. The others are tougher (I would presume).
Lots of em out here Apache and Navajos
Legs don’t grow back, Guy. I had to track them down. Turns out some pigmies had gotten them and tossed them in the soup pot. I managed to barter them back for a half a Payday and three of those little tiny doll table things they put in the middle of the pizza box. I convinced them that they were little tiny magic hats. Stupid pigmies.
Then I had to reattach my legs with some thread I made from jungle vines, but I didn’t clean them good and still have some pieces of potato and carrots in my hips, so sometimes when it gets humid out I smell like Irish Stew.
All of them are Cherokee and Comanche out here. Trivia: there is a town called Cherokee in Texas. It was right on the edge of Comanche and Creek stomping grounds. I’m convinced that the Kentucky folk that named it that did it specifically to piss off the Comanche.
(Maybe it had something to do with the Cherokee being moved there in the 1840s and General Houston being a Cherokee, but I like the idea of onery Texans snubbing the Comanche better.)
“I hated Africa. They kept cutting off my legs and throwing them in the jungle. Do you know how hard it is to find something in the jungle without any legs?”
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