Dechristo

wow, a horse-faced chick with a hard-on party hat and five camel toes.

Confederate flags lead to abuse of the physically handicapped. leave it to a trucker to sport such an absolutely politically-incorrect grill ornament.

what an appropriate avatar to follow a photo of kitty litter

but, we'd be trampled under the stampeding heels of the jihadist-islamo-fascist-fundamentalist-horde, you moron!

My wife is steadfast in her testimony that living under high-voltage transmission lines was the cause for our last child to be born black.

NO! As AlpineK said, you need to know the film to understand the reference.

This seems an arbitrary statement. Steps per "story" is simply the height of "story" (total rise) divided by the height per step (riser).

Kegels and weight loss... reminds me those sets of small cylindrical weights a gal is to use, and not "lose", in succesion

...and the lad would be delivering this guy's lines when getting close to...

In the 60's, I watched the Red Wings on TV in the States.

stfu

that's precisely why I was laughing

Watched the final game last night. Man, I felt sorry for...was it Phillips?...when the puck got caught in the goalie's skate and the Senators scored a goal on themselves.

It'd not be the first time I've been accused of wasting oxygen

charging

It's more jail time than I've accumulated... ...I'm not sure, I'd have to spend some time on that one.

I'm posting from atop Everest, right now.

...and believe

does she charge?

Fuck-off, I am.

It was about 10:30 in the evening. I heard him out at the chicken house tearin' shit up, so, I walked about a third of the way to the coop with a flashlight and a .357. Making some noise and shining the flashlight in his direction, he looked my way so that I could see his eys shining back. The two bright coals, his eyes, were a good distance apart - a big fucker. I fired a shot just over his head. Then, silence. I thought, "oh, shit, maybe I hit him", which didn't make sense because I'm a fair shot, but, still, it was at night...and, I was aiming for just over his head. I took a step toward the coop. Almost before my foot hit the ground, he let out a roar that tensed me mightily immediately followed by the sounds of oak brush breaking as he rushed toward me in the dark. I turned and ran for the door. It was one of those times where you don't know if you're gonna get caught from behind when you must stop to open the door. As soon as I had the glass storm door closed behind me, I whirled with the gun, ready to fire. All I saw through the glass were the black silhouettes of Ponderosa pines swaying against the night sky. I promptly closed the 1 3/4 door. That bear didn't come back all summer, thankfully.

the bear had me bare - of my wits

porridge sex

you buy them their clothes?