You guys, we keep forgetting to watch Bristol Palin: Life's A Tripp, and for real we are so sad about it, because this week Bristol Palin left Guido on the side of the road, or in a gas station or something, and their talk afterwards for the cameras is some freakin' Shakespearean shizz yo, like if Shakespeare was emoted by the Frankenstein monster.
Living in SF and being a Giants' fan, there isn't a damn thing an LA Dodger fan can do that I would agree with or approve of.
However, that woodland cammo Dodgers' cap has to be the dumbest garment I've ever seen. First of all, it should be urban cammi. LA IS A CITY.
Second of all, it just shouldn't be. Period.
On August 1st all the Wonketters should go to a Chick-Fil-A and when we get to the counter ask like a million questions.
"What part of the chicken is that?" "Are you sure it just isn't 'parts?' Cause, ya know, 'parts is parts.'"
"What sides come with the thighs?"
"Do you serve gay people? Oh - I thought you served chicken."
you can woo her if she can do any of the following:
1. find your home country on a map (no labels!) 2. name a politician from your home country. (or jude law. you can consider hugh grant but i think that's cheating...) 3. name a clash song. (or a spice girl.)
That&#039;s fucking bullshit. It had <a href="http:\/\/www.tubechop.com\/chop\/92rnBF3wJ78" target="_blank">two syllables</a>, there&#039;s zero possible doubt about what he said, and it wasn&#039;t fuck. Maybe she&#039;s thinking about a different occasion.
That&#039;s the thing about kids ... they say the words that are there.
Still. Will. Not. Watch.
The Giants used to have a tv ad where one of their relievers said &quot;Of course I hate the Dodgers. Doesn&#039;t everybody?&quot;
dude you are so getting hell from mom.
the big indonesian shadow puppets is what i&#039;m thinking.
Living in SF and being a Giants&#039; fan, there isn&#039;t a damn thing an LA Dodger fan can do that I would agree with or approve of.
However, that woodland cammo Dodgers&#039; cap has to be the dumbest garment I&#039;ve ever seen. First of all, it should be urban cammi. LA IS A CITY.
Second of all, it just shouldn&#039;t be. Period.
On August 1st all the Wonketters should go to a Chick-Fil-A and when we get to the counter ask like a million questions.
&quot;What part of the chicken is that?&quot; &quot;Are you sure it just isn&#039;t &#039;parts?&#039; Cause, ya know, &#039;parts is parts.&#039;&quot;
&quot;What sides come with the thighs?&quot;
&quot;Do you serve gay people? Oh - I thought you served chicken.&quot;
And then just give up and leave.
Or go to the end of the line and repeat.
Personally, I think &quot;Are we just going to sit here and talk about our feelings?&quot; is a classic.
You don&#039;t think living with Bristol would be a fucking trial?
I hope she saves some money from this gig. Her kid is going to need so much psychotherapy.
now we are in trouble.
i think you mean &#039;mr actor&#039;.
also, i&#039;m pretty sure the answer is body mic.
you can woo her if she can do any of the following:
1. find your home country on a map (no labels!) 2. name a politician from your home country. (or jude law. you can consider hugh grant but i think that&#039;s cheating...) 3. name a clash song. (or a spice girl.)
this should give you ample scope.
which you will need.
what are you on fire today?
That&#039;s fucking bullshit. It had <a href="http:\/\/www.tubechop.com\/chop\/92rnBF3wJ78" target="_blank">two syllables</a>, there&#039;s zero possible doubt about what he said, and it wasn&#039;t fuck. Maybe she&#039;s thinking about a different occasion.
Poor Jeff, drained of all his emotions.