7-5
Stag: Hope you can read my writing. I studied at the institute of calligraphy for inebriated chickens.
7-7
Rob: So it's "we" when you're drinking?
7-12
Titus: I read one book a year, and that's The Great Gatsby.
Dan: All the old people in this commercial are dead now.
7-20
Stag: The weapon of joy....dick nickname...called it!
Stag: Can't change hotdogs in the middle of the river.
Stag; Well if my tastes aren't "palatable" you might jerk the wheel into a goddamned dutch bridge abutment.
7-22
AJ: ...that song is about breakfast food.
7-27
Stag: Redneck smith life struggle is real: Gluing leather to a block fore a new strop with spray adhesive...arm was stuck to my computer desk... Thought I caught myself with the mist... It was bbq sauce from my ribs tonight.
7-29
Trent: Awww look at this quaint little town. ...I could never fucking live here.
8-5
Johnna: That's easy to remember; "Cock."
Abby: Cock is always easy to remember, even when you wish you could forget.
8-10
Mom: Who needs the eclipse when I can just be blinded by texts from my kids!
8-12
LA: That makes sense; Opium.
Stag: So we're talking 1 out of 3 on incest. Bad odds.
8-17
Dan: Rooney's Facebook page is like all snakes, all the time.
8-26
LA: ...we called him Party Pockets.
8-28
Stag: Don't pass the buck.
Me: I always pass the buck. 'Tis why I'm broke.
8-29
Nick: I need more Christmas tree.
9-8
Stag: Expand that. Make seams, not division.
Stag: I no homo. Barely homo sapien.
Stag: I'm slightly soberer.
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