This fat piece of trash was even more gentlemanly to this chick's friend and it is really understandable that she wouldn't be his friend on Facebook either.
After receiving twenty something blows about the head, the bartender said to his small assailant, "you know what ******, You're a good friend." She laughed a shrill laugh.
One morning, after maybe three or four hours of sleep, Q Biscuits woke me up repeatedly to beg and borrow my car to drive a girl about ten feet to a bus station (~.7 miles actually) but the point of it is, this girl thinks this comic is funny because I know his body eerily well. I know his body eerily well because he totally pops into my room wearing it just to dish. Cleaning out the closet dog, stop trying to trick me out my sausages ananzi