dit zijn dus die gasten die mij om 16:00 uur in de file vervelen.
quote:Kan ie er niet voor zorgen dat ie die schroef van oor tot oor aandraait
Op donderdag 19 december 2002 00:10 schreef gebruikersnaam het volgende:
en van de website van yorinfm?
[afbeelding]dit zijn dus die gasten die mij om 16:00 uur in de file vervelen.
http://www.somethingawful.com/cliff/ihateyou/
weheheh
quote:Wehehehehe wat een mensen
Op donderdag 19 december 2002 00:19 schreef GizartFRL het volgende:
en van deze site dan?http://www.somethingawful.com/cliff/ihateyou/
weheheh
Pork
pork
pork
PORK in the caramel chair hehehe
quote:
Op donderdag 19 december 2002 00:19 schreef GizartFRL het volgende:
en van deze site dan?http://www.somethingawful.com/cliff/ihateyou/
weheheh
quote:die laat ik me oma nog niet eens de straat over helpen.
Op donderdag 19 december 2002 00:24 schreef Juup© het volgende:
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Prom Night comes to cheap white trash. Mom is especially proud because she made Amanda's prom dress out of the curtain. When Amanda's mom smiles, she looks like an ugly pumpkin.
Wahahaha die vent is hard
commentaar: TRICK OR TREAT! HERE'S A BABY FOR THE HORRIBLE GHOUL! The kid is too young to run or hold a gun, he's doomed!
note - *lurkmodus*
het is idd een lache pagina.
I was talking to Cliff last night and he claimed that somebody called him and left a message on his answering machine, accusing him of having a drinking problem. Cliff adamantly denies this and wants to explain his actions that might have led some people into thinking he's got an alcohol addiction. I hope this clears everything up for all of you.
"When I was at church that one day, I wasn't drunk. My fucking eyesite was all screwed up because I was painting my toolshed the night before, and I couldn't tell that I was wearing that blue tuxedo I bought 20 years ago. I was cursing at the Priest because I thought he was the jackass that stole my broom a few days ago. I still kind of think he is, just because you work for the church doesn't mean you're some kind of saint for God's sake."
"The store owner said I stole the beer, but I came in there with it. You can ask that broad outside that was using the phone. She must've fucking saw me while she was calling her drug dealer on the phone to hook her up with more crack. The guy that owns the store had a grudge against me ever since that time I called the cops on him for playing his shit music really loud. He listens to that rap shit. What a fuck."
"The only reason I was drinking all night on Thanksgiving was because my foot was killing me. The arthritis was flaring up like nobody's business, so I started popping painkillers like Tic-Tacs. Anyway, that shit wasn't helping, so I pulled out the flask of Jack and drank it all. Then I hear some noise outside, I thought it was the garbagemen knocking over my cans again, so I run out and fall down the fucking porch because I had forgotten to zip my fly and my goddamn pants fell down and tripped me. Then I start throwing up all over the porch like a fucking fountain. I still haven't washed those clothes yet."
"I was going to see a movie one day, some show with that one fucker from the movie about the monkeys, and there was some queer in line dressed like a goddamn woman! I started laughing my ass off, so the dipshit turns around and asks me what I'm laughing at so I says, 'Your pretty hair, Esmerelda' and his boyfriend pushes me down. I got up and kicked that asshole's knee so hard it just snapped and I scream 'YOU WANT TO MESS WITH A VETERAN, BUDDY?' and I just go off on the jerk until they kick me out. I started drinking AFTER that."
"My cable went out that one night a few weeks ago, and I couldn't watch 'Silk Stockings', so I had nothing better to do but throw down some Scotch. One of those idiot kids from next door starts banging on my door and I answer it and think he's a burglar so I push him off my porch into the shrubs. He runs away and then his dad comes over, all pissed off and shit. I don't really care so I tells him he can go back to his house and hump that pile of meatloaf he calls his wife. This pisses the asshole off even more, so I push him off the porch into the shrubs. He landed right where his braindead kid did to, it was fucking hilarious. What a family of retards."
Oh no! Those damn genetic engineers at the BioTech lab finally figured out how to combine human DNA with potato DNA! The result? Whatever the hell this is. Notice the lighting which suggests it lives in a McDonalds deep fryer.
"Scabby" Perkins desecrates the manly act of smoking. As you can tell by his malformed mug, I've taken the liberty of extinguishing a few cartons of cigarettes on his greasy head. When will the morons ever learn?
quote:de eerste 30 jarige met een luier
Op donderdag 19 december 2002 00:30 schreef DuchessX het volgende:
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