Welcome, O Wonkers and Wankers, to another edition of the Derp Roundup, the weekly feature where we clean the sticky residue of stoopid stories from our browser tabs, cut it with a secret mix of chemicals from Freedumb Industries, and serve it up to you in an elixir that's easily as tasteful and memorable as Jack Daniels Tennessee Honey.
You made up that last one, right? Right?
"...the roommate climbs out of his safe foxhole (HA!!) and sprints to his wounded friend’s rescue ..."
I was rooting for his friend to blow him or throw him a really nasty skin magazine.
It is, approximately, that turgid shaking spear fellow(e).
My naughtiest bit is mounted above my shoulder blades.
Golf: A good walk spoiled. JDTH: A decent bourbon... you get the idea.
Ants?
STUN!
OK, I'm dyslexic.
If you graduate from there, won't you face incessant demands to produce your long-form degree?
The <strike>Un</strike>touchables.
Wow, that&#039;s gonna need a lot of cleaning up before it&#039;s dressed.
In OK you&#039;d probably climb up to the top of an oil drilling rig.
Odds codpieces!
After reading that, I was inspired to shake my speare.
Saving Ryan&#039;s Privates
An Edge Too Far.
Inglorious Basterds!
There&#039;ll be an extra charge for it, though.