Thursday, September 12, 2013
Future Janitors of America Unite!
I take it back. Janitors are good people.
DJ Colonic offers the zombie stare of the spirtually deadened. Not to mention that the tatts he got in Vegas are actually tatts of Vegas, a Rubegoldbergian paradoxical Escher conundrum that not even Sartre can exit from.
Clarissa’s coy, pensive smile suggests she is on break and in over her head. Sadly, Clarissa, there’s little help at the bottom of that bucket of Bud Light Limes.
Just an ugly hangover amidst a rumpled room at the Venetian.
And a sneaky burning covert form of crotch itch that chlorinated pools only exacerbate. As you’ll learn the hard way.
This guy is a Scumbag
But i guess that still makes him a ‘bag
I don’t know. I can see janitorial services in this guy’s future. Those peepshow booths ain’t gonna clean themselves.
“Balls Deep” underwears for the cosmic fail
Classic Db1 post
Here stands a contender for bag o’ the year. Mark my word.
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and I second the brilliance of DB1’s post.
Sometimes, I give up all hope.
.
This is one of those times.
Mikali Largemaniczek sports large sideburns and toasts, “Na Zdorovie” to the mustachioed woman across the way
Like Man Ray, DJ Colonic is unconcerned; unlike Man Ray he is also indifferent. Somebody should check his brain for a pulse. I wonder what his tombstone will say when it lands on him.
Girls who slouch make me angry.
She is slouching just to piss you off.
That chick has diseases my pancreas would laugh at profusely.
That dude has rectal polyps the size of my hardened liver.
Fatty duck liver is my favorite food.
My fatty liver laughs at my pancres.
My pancreas and liver are shot from to much booze.
If you don’t want a fatty liver, don’t hand around with this dude.
Smoke weed.
This guy couldn’t even janitor his way out of a paper bag.
Is he with Cuddle Suckle Teat Lisa?!!! Not cool at all.
That Michael Jackson (dead) sure can pull some tatted douches.
How stupid are these idiots going to look with these tat’s in say 30 years.