December 2009
Shuckle... >.>
(306): So not only just find my adoption papers that I didnt know about in my parents house, but they say “child shows some signs of mental retardation”.
Merry flippin' Christmas →
It's a disco Christmas →
Yee-haw! It's Christmas! →
Fa-la-la-la-la...la-la-la-la! →
Yo, it's Christmas dawg! →
Cebuuuuuuuu
Boo-hoo moo moo, boo-hoo moo moo, boo-hoo moo moo, boo-hoo moo moo moo moo. You know your life is sad when you’re watching Veggietales…
Grumpy as hell
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My gut is burning. Won’t you find me some water? Hey, just forget it can you bring me gasoline and collect a couple forks, hold them three feet apart and wait for lightning to strike to burn me up?
“I see Shuckle. Your brother looks like a right tit.”
– British Phil
Name Change
Me: I think, that if I could change my name to anything...it'd be Jane Doe.
Phil: Why?
Me: Well, that way when I die, the coroner would be confused, I'd always be a Jane Doe. He'd ask who I am and they'd say "Jane Doe." Confused, he would question why no one had figured out who I was yet, and they'd have to explain it to him.
Phil: Hmm...naming yourself to bother a coroner, that should be a lyric.
Pretty much stuck in my head.
