Sunday, July 28, 2013
Frolic in the Jerz Parking Lots
The Jerz Parking Lot Frolic.
Still out there.
Still a depressing existential crisis embodied by lost, wayward youth.
With gelled hair. And time. So much time. Lots and lots of time. To stare into the abyss.
Why is this a thing?
Why?
Is this a thing?
I kept praying for a GIANT truck to come barreling through the parking-lot, running over the two of them. Alas, I could NOT watch the whole video (made me
sick to my stomach) so I did not get to see if my prayers were answered. Please tell me there is a God, and let me know ALL the gory details their demise.
ASvB
^AS
.
As they were finishing whatever they were doing, the Tcharnaev brothers tumbled into the auger of a runaway freeway snowblower and were spewed blood and guts into the the field behind them Fargo-style.
.
And shit.
Kroeger, now that’s what I’m talk’n ’bout!!
much better muted
Those two are “totes adorbz”
If ever a case for post-birth abortion existed, this is it.
turn them over to the Zetas
One good thing about Jersey is you don’t meet many people from there so at least they’re staying put for most part. Kind of like when a rat family stakes out in a bend of a sewer pipe.
This is why basements were invented.
I got a question. If you guys know so much about women, how come you’re here at like the WaWa on a Saturday night completely alone Pumpin’ the Frolic with no women anywhere?
In Jerz, the abyss stares into you.