Like chocolate and peanut butter
Tomes' No Alien Lizard People in My Pants Bill is working its way through committee even as we speak.
I originally read it as "Jim Jones" -- you know, the OTHER guy in the grip of a dangerous cult.
Just tell Tomes that 87.6% of 'alcohol abusers' in Indiana are blah. He'll change his tune.
And that people give him shit about the terlit he pees in, also too.
Or maybe.... just spit balling here.... Jim Tomes is a drunk tranny that doesn't like to walk. (See Parapetic Paltroon's post above.)
Ya'll misspelled the city Tomes represents: it's 'Wadsville' named after Dick Wad and the current residents seem to be living up to the name.
He's keeping the promise the Founding Founders made in the Declaration of Constitutions: "A Well-Lubricated Militia"!
Oh boy! I get to use this photo from my old neighborhood again.
Very good! I am too literary and was thinking of Henry Fielding's novel, while you were more grounded in reality.
I looked up the Bundy genealogy recently, and you'll never guess where they went after they lived in North Carolina. Well, maybe you will....
I was thinking of the Welsh crooner.
How about a rebate and a coupon for 10% off the next box of ammo?
Sounds like late onset dyslexia, not to be confused with date onset dysexia.
His story sounds so specific that it is most likely autobiographical.
It's up to you, meth heads.
You ain't got the gun yet, Dr. Relativity.
Tomes' No Alien Lizard People in My Pants Bill is working its way through committee even as we speak.
I originally read it as "Jim Jones" -- you know, the OTHER guy in the grip of a dangerous cult.
Just tell Tomes that 87.6% of 'alcohol abusers' in Indiana are blah. He'll change his tune.
And that people give him shit about the terlit he pees in, also too.
Or maybe.... just spit balling here.... Jim Tomes is a drunk tranny that doesn't like to walk. (See Parapetic Paltroon's post above.)
Ya'll misspelled the city Tomes represents: it's 'Wadsville' named after Dick Wad and the current residents seem to be living up to the name.
He's keeping the promise the Founding Founders made in the Declaration of Constitutions: "A Well-Lubricated Militia"!
Oh boy! I get to use this photo from my old neighborhood again.
Very good! I am too literary and was thinking of Henry Fielding's novel, while you were more grounded in reality.
I looked up the Bundy genealogy recently, and you'll never guess where they went after they lived in North Carolina. Well, maybe you will....
I was thinking of the Welsh crooner.
How about a rebate and a coupon for 10% off the next box of ammo?
Sounds like late onset dyslexia, not to be confused with date onset dysexia.
His story sounds so specific that it is most likely autobiographical.
It's up to you, meth heads.
You ain't got the gun yet, Dr. Relativity.