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jesus fucking christ. worst performing ipo in 2 years and my dumb ass gets in hard? thanks. thanks. a lot. assholes.
crack cocaine will fry your brain.
my new hero
what you gonna do when big poppa come for you?
how in the fuck can there only be 9 ponies for the preakness?! that's like only 504 permutations!
duh?
thanks a lot, newspaper, for making me worry about anything slice of bullshit life has dropped on my lap this week.esp
i did laugh.
what? how about you ask for a bigger purse since no one gives a flying fuck about men's tennis?
second worst. marketing. ploy. ever.
what the fuck?! stop snitching, bitches.
execrable whore!
pistons in 5 to generate more revenue for the 3rd home game.
i want what they're smoking.
will parker be hammered by 8am?: 1:10,000 YESwill parker be arrested?: 3:1 NOwill parker get naked?: 5:1 NOwill parker get into a fight?: 4:1 YESwill parker get into a fight with a frat boy?: 6:1 YESwill parker pass out?: 1:1 NO
will parker hit the trifecta?: 1:1,000,000 NO
estaminet?
poop!
say it with me now, it's my money.
the new generation of rice burners.
no adu? why? because you want to market your product?
todd oldham now sells flowers? goddamnit...
but wait, how do african bootleggers charge for this?
marketing whores, i hate and love you so much at the same time.
Life’s full of hard choices:
call in sick on a 75-degree Thursday or suck it up and go to work? second date with someone who didn’t float your boat?
Go smooth on your PB&J or opt for the extra-crunchy?
YES, NO, SMOOVE.