He was there with someone who appeared to be his fortysomething son, who was a complete asshole. The guy smoothed down his collar before he left. They each ate a large ice cream cone. Why am I telling you all this?
You’re sort of like Jane Goodall, observing through the mists the posturings of the Greater North American Silverback Mook. Will we ever truly understand these amazing creatures and their strange habits?
Heh. Poor guy. I bet his wife is dead. Nobody to smooth his collar or zip up his pants in the morning.
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He was there with someone who appeared to be his fortysomething son, who was a complete asshole. The guy smoothed down his collar before he left. They each ate a large ice cream cone. Why am I telling you all this?
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You’re sort of like Jane Goodall, observing through the mists the posturings of the Greater North American Silverback Mook. Will we ever truly understand these amazing creatures and their strange habits?
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We’ll assume he caught a chill on his meaty neck.
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you never heard of eric cantona? the king of manchester?
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He’s making sure his boils don’t get too much sun.
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and once again Stimpy “wins” the milkman trophy!
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Re: augh
For my next trick, I will compose erotic poetry about goats, William H. Macy and yogurt!!
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When he put down his collar, did you find that he was hiding a package of hot dogs?
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