What? You went over my helmet?
That one never gets old
So I'm at a wedding and apparently they feel my tomato appetizer needed a BACON topper!
What are those things coming out of her nose? Spaceballs? Oh S@#$, there goes the planet!
Wow! How did you manage that?Quote:
Originally Posted by proofHOBworks
It's not that we're afraid, far from it, it's just that we've got this thing about death. It's not us!
And with that...I say goodnight.