Fly Air Madeline
People just have no fuckin' sense of caution these days. I saw this kid who decided to run a red light and almost got killed. The other cars just ran right towards him like he wasn't fuckin' there.
"I'll show you all of Paris, I'll take you on a tour, we'll go up and up and up so high they'll long for an encore!"
You kiddin'? Back in my days, people just run over jaywalkers and you know what happened? They learned. Well, everyone around them learned. Now, there's just that damn political correctness.
A nice butterfly
Learning! Hah. It is not like there is not enough of it going around already with the whole free-range vocabulary spitting from the youths mouths these days. It is like a contest to see whose sewer mouths have learned the weirdest ways to mangle the language!
It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes
Ghosts N' Stuff Remix
What? Joseph Mengele? Did I tell you about the time when I almost stomped that bastard's face in during The War? It all started back in '42. We were appoaching...approaching...where's my mint julep? Anyways, it was '71. Vietnam. I was only 42 years old back then.
edited 12th Jun '14 11:07:19 AM by Jinxmenow
"Monsters are tragic beings. They are born too tall, too strong, too heavy. They are not evil by choice. That is their tragedy."
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Ok, this "game" is really not working.
First off, for some reason most of you appear to believe that it's primarily for complaining. Second, you aren't having a conversation at all.
Nice try, but I'm locking.
...if you don’t love you’re dead, and if you do, they’ll kill you for it.
If you've seen Coming To America, you know that in fiction, most barbershops have two or three old guys hanging around all day, engaging in Seinfeldian Conversation. So we'll just be those guys. I'll get things started:
I'm telling ya, man, I caught that WWE Raw a couple nights ago. Wrestlers today ain't got no talent. They wouldn't last a minute in the ring with somebody like Ric Flair.
Embroiled in slave rebellion, I escaped crucifixion simply by declaring 'I am Vito', everyone else apparently being called 'Spartacus'.