And I now need a new keyboard...the old one is now <ick> covered in partially chewed apple bits that spewed from my mouth when I read your comment.
After we got ripped one evening I showed a couple of my friends my copy and told them it was my high school yearbook. Obviously, I had to turn it over so the no-panties cheerleader wasn't on the cover.
They more or less believed it until Jerry saw the page of freshmen photos the size of postage stamps (or, these days, Wonkette icons). Then they knew they'd been had.
And I now need a new keyboard...the old one is now <ick> covered in partially chewed apple bits that spewed from my mouth when I read your comment.
When I read that Alex McNear was from Occidental, I assumed that Barry had been in bed with the oil companies for years.
I did go to school with Rufus Leaking.
After we got ripped one evening I showed a couple of my friends my copy and told them it was my high school yearbook. Obviously, I had to turn it over so the no-panties cheerleader wasn't on the cover.
They more or less believed it until Jerry saw the page of freshmen photos the size of postage stamps (or, these days, Wonkette icons). Then they knew they'd been had.
Until you have to go see your doctor and take penicillin for a couple of weeks.
Did you ever read The National Lampoon Highschool Yearbook? It's hilarious on its own - and much of it later appeared in that movie.
"Otis! My MAN!"
After reading this, I'm guessing he made the grade.
"Do right and fear no man. "Don't write and fear no woman."
~ Sir Thomas Dewar
And to think my wife objected to "Seamus Bazooka" for our son....
Needs more Barry White, less Barry Obama.
Ooooh, a new naming convention: middle name after a gun manufacturer. I hope the second daughter is Stormy Glock.