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:1orglaugh
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he has the nicest dentures a person could own
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Does he only dye his eyebrows...or what?:eek7
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I'm printing out my own copy now! :helpme
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I met him @ a post office in LA and talked to him for a few. Coolest celebrity ever.
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Love is like drinking drano - sure it cleans going down - but it leaves you all hollow inside.
Is this some kind of bust? Its very impressive, yes. Say, nice beaver! Thanks, I just had it stuffed. It's the same old story. Boy finds girl, boy loses girl, girl finds boy, boy forgets girl, boy remembers girl, girls dies in a tragic blimp accident over the Orange Bowl on New Year's Day. Goodyear? No, the worst. When I see five weirdos stabbing a guy in broad daylight, I shoot the bastards. That's my policy. That was a Shakespeare In The Park production, you moron! You killed five actors! Good ones! I'm sorry I can't be more optimistic, Doctor, but we've got a long road ahead of us. It's like having sex. It's a painstaking and arduous task that seems to go on and on forever, and just when you think things are going your way, nothing happens. Now, Jane, what can you tell us about the man you saw last night? He's Caucasian. Caucasian? Yeah, you know, a white guy. A mustache. About five-foot-ten. That's an awfully big mustache. [Frank offers Tanya a cigarette] Cigarette? Yes, I know. |
oh, say can you see, buy the dawn's early light, what so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming. who's bright strips and broad stars, in the parelious night, o'er the rampart's we watched, as the da da, da, da, da, da, and the rocket's red glare, lots of bombs in the air, gave proof to the night, that we still had a flag, oh say does that spangle banner wave, over all-l-l-l-l that's free, over the home, of the land, and the land of the free!
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