omg looks like he already force choked that poor dude on the ground

Is that a glove hanging off the trailer hitch?

That's probably a redirect to kid porn. No thanks, Padre.

Yeh, I follow Ebert, too.

What.A.Pimp!

he has a fish face

5 dorra !

$5

racists are funny.

Clean your balls with Jamie Pressly!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F0AlcVU- ... ata_player

Official forum police is official because of the badge

For somey:

I bet she does it.

Somey does like dogs.

Thigh tattoos push the boundaries of good taste.

Do think her boobs are real? She looks like she would be a struggling waitress somewhere lacking the funds for a decent boob job.

they may not look real but it doesn't look like a bad boob job.

the disgusting fingernails disturb me more than any potential boobjob.

It's like they're all little toes.

That's what I meant. They look great/expensive if there were a boob job.

I'm with Walt. I don't need long fake painted finger nails or anything but ones that look like you chomp on them and the paint chipping away makes you wonder what other areas of grooming she might overlook.

It's tough thing. I bite my nails and I really hate that I do so. It's almost an unconscious action. Especially when I watch sports.

She has a pulse.

so does Juniper.

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Can y'all explain to the rest of us what you are talking about or do I have to go over there ----> to search for a thread.

I'd also like to hear more about the warm shiner and crabcake episode.

I was helping Walt move out of his rented house into that swank new one with the pool. The old house had an enclosed kitchen with only one way in and out. We were moving the fridge out of the room and I was pulling it through the doorway when Walt, who was pushing the fridge from inside the kitchen, ripped the nastiest, most foul, rancid, cancerous, flesh-eating, green smoke fart ever produced by an upright mammal. It was a perfect storm of Satanic evil and a house-clearer. I immediately abandoned my post and ran outside for some clean air before that thing started to eat away at my lung tissue. This, of course, left Walt trapped inside the kitchen gagging on his own bodily wretchedness. I don't know what he consumed to cause himself to emit military-grade chemicals from his fudge tunnel, but it was stronger than what you'd get from mere Heineken and egg whites. It had to be crab cakes and warm Shiner, or maybe Mickey's Big Mouth. Whatever it was, it was a lethal combo that should be avoided by all.