Michael Minelli, a 27-year-old club promoter, claims that the inclusion of his photograph in the book has subjected him to "hatred, contempt, and humiliation" and has resulted in "friends, acquaintances, coworkers, employees, and strangers alike" calling him a "########."
Michael Minelli, a 27-year-old club promoter, claims that the inclusion of his photograph in the book has subjected him to "hatred, contempt, and humiliation" and has resulted in "friends, acquaintances, coworkers, employees, and strangers alike" calling him a "########."
In the book, Louis noted that Minelli's "popped-collar, spikey-haired presence was so far beyond regular #####, so far beyond uberdouche, he could spontaneously create a new element on the periodic tables--##### Nine."
In the book, Louis noted that Minelli's "popped-collar, spikey-haired presence was so far beyond regular #####, so far beyond uberdouche, he could spontaneously create a new element on the periodic tables--##### Nine."
A periodic element of douchosity. A primary metal of embryonic wankpuddery.
I thought "The Patriots and We" response to "The Super Bowl Shuffle" prior to SB20 was bad, but this is freaking embarassing. Any Rams fans want to comment?1980s NFL Videos were a great idea!
Oh my god.I learned long ago that if you ram it just right1980s NFL Videos were a great idea!
Oh dear.Now I wish I'd have signed up for FBG Secret Santa.
This was the book I'd been waiting for. I eagerly started creating and storing the ingredients for the trifle I was planning to serve in a month at my Grandparents Ruby anniversary - scaling up the measurements for the forty guests. However, when the time came to make the trifle I discovered my eyesight had faded so badly that I could no longer read the recipe. Suffice to say the end result of my blind culinary improvisation severely disappointed my guests at the end of an otherwise delicious meal.
"Oh Mike, this Meatloaf is just wonderful. Now, tell me if I'm wrong, but I do believe I detect a bit of herpes flavoring. *claps*. I knew it! Well, you've outdone yourself again here. I can't wait to try the fudge pudding you've prepared for dessert. It smells decadent."Now I wish I'd have signed up for FBG Secret Santa.
I think you forgot to include the punch-line.There were these three farmers that wanted to win the state fair contest for having the largest hog. They decide that they should stick a cork in the pigs rear and feed him for a month before the fair. The only problem was that none of them wanted to be the one to stick the cork in. So they bought a monkey and trained him to stick corks in bottles. After a week or two of this, they stick the monkey in the pen with the pig and a cork, and after a minute, the monkey did what he was supposed to do. The farmers fed the pig for a month and sure enough, they won first prize. Once they got home, they realized they still had to take the cork out. So they trained this same monkey to take corks out of bottles. They stuck the monkey in the pen with the pig, and the farmers woke up three days later in the hospital with a reporter sitting next to them. The reporter asked the first farmer, "What is the last thing you remember?" "Poop flying everywhere," the farmer replied. The reporter asked the second farmer the same question and got the same response. When she got to the third farmer and asked him what he could remember, he started crying. The reporter asked, "What's the matter?" The farmer replied, "The last thing I remember is the look on the poor monkey's face as he tried to stick the cork back in."
Stop.There were these three farmers that wanted to win the state fair contest for having the largest hog. They decide that they should stick a cork in the pigs rear and feed him for a month before the fair. The only problem was that none of them wanted to be the one to stick the cork in. So they bought a monkey and trained him to stick corks in bottles. After a week or two of this, they stick the monkey in the pen with the pig and a cork, and after a minute, the monkey did what he was supposed to do. The farmers fed the pig for a month and sure enough, they won first prize. Once they got home, they realized they still had to take the cork out. So they trained this same monkey to take corks out of bottles. They stuck the monkey in the pen with the pig, and the farmers woke up three days later in the hospital with a reporter sitting next to them. The reporter asked the first farmer, "What is the last thing you remember?" "Poop flying everywhere," the farmer replied. The reporter asked the second farmer the same question and got the same response. When she got to the third farmer and asked him what he could remember, he started crying. The reporter asked, "What's the matter?" The farmer replied, "The last thing I remember is the look on the poor monkey's face as he tried to stick the cork back in."
That was awful.There were these three farmers that wanted to win the state fair contest for having the largest hog. They decide that they should stick a cork in the pigs rear and feed him for a month before the fair. The only problem was that none of them wanted to be the one to stick the cork in. So they bought a monkey and trained him to stick corks in bottles. After a week or two of this, they stick the monkey in the pen with the pig and a cork, and after a minute, the monkey did what he was supposed to do. The farmers fed the pig for a month and sure enough, they won first prize. Once they got home, they realized they still had to take the cork out. So they trained this same monkey to take corks out of bottles. They stuck the monkey in the pen with the pig, and the farmers woke up three days later in the hospital with a reporter sitting next to them. The reporter asked the first farmer, "What is the last thing you remember?" "Poop flying everywhere," the farmer replied. The reporter asked the second farmer the same question and got the same response. When she got to the third farmer and asked him what he could remember, he started crying. The reporter asked, "What's the matter?" The farmer replied, "The last thing I remember is the look on the poor monkey's face as he tried to stick the cork back in."
The review from 12/16."Oh Mike, this Meatloaf is just wonderful. Now, tell me if I'm wrong, but I do believe I detect a bit of herpes flavoring. *claps*. I knew it! Well, you've outdone yourself again here. I can't wait to try the fudge pudding you've prepared for dessert. It smells decadent."Now I wish I'd have signed up for FBG Secret Santa.
His Bohemian Rhapsody slays me. edit - especially the last 30 seconds or soPossibly a honda, but I can't stop laughing at
Holy ####.shuke said:
The planet of brown muppets