Originally Posted by SixOhNine
Inna fit of industriousness, I repainted a room yesterday. Well, just put down the primer coat, for you pedants out there. After cleaning up and feeling properly manly, I noticed my lower back was a bit sore. Since I bring the toughness of my immigrant laborer ancestors, I drank beer(s), watched Die Hard, and fell asleep on the couch.
Today has been an extended soiree through one of the circles of Dante's Inferno. My ancestors laugh at me in their jibber jabber languages (of which there are several, since I am a mutt of genealogy). I curse them and the weak genes the inflicted upon me. I also curse the weakness of scotch, Ambien and ibuprofen as I sit in a metal chair. My only friend is a box of donuts. I love you, donuts. I curse you Behr...
you are not pure of race, this is why you fail.
Originally Posted by Thomas
yo, is Thomas on the list this year?
my gift to you I will thrust it upon you when I step into houston again. and thrust it I will over and over until the pain turns into pleasure and your knees will give and you will whisper my name... "aciiiidd...."
Originally Posted by Bhowie
The blood was in my semen, son, in my semen
yo, B... serious talk ya gotta have that looked into brah. and when I say "looked into" its someone with a medical degree, not those lovely ladies in them bars.