I don't eat out cause I never know how many times the cook scratched his nut sack while making the food.

Once I flipped out on a guy at a pizza place when I saw him on the phone with his hand down his pants scratching his ***. I waited and watched him go right back to working with the food after he got off the phone. The guy looked like he was in complete shock that I called him out on it.

If I do go out to eat its at a place I know and trust. I'm not one of those food connoisseurs that need to try everything and eat at every place in town.

 

I'll take it along with my tit covers. LMK boo.

 

I eat out every weekday for lunch and always a sit-down meal. I'm a traveling salesman and heart disease kills a lot of us so I always eat good food at lunch. No fried food. On the weekends, though, I eat whatever I want. But I'm not an Outback fan.

 

i cant do things alone. i have mommy issues.

 

I have decided that if I ever have a cat, I shall name it The Academy of Saint Martin in the Fields.

 

I don't know how you have mommy issues. She bakes some badass cookies.

 

you should try my double chocolate chip cookies.

 

If I get another boy cat, we are naming him Mr. Buns.

another girl: Tannwen, the daughter of Gweir Datharweniddawg

 

Only gays and villains should own cats.

 

Yesterday was the first time my car saw the track in 2 years. Everything was awesome ('old' TSE BBK <3<3) except for the clutch line exploding on the drive back home. Got it towed and I'm putting in the steel braided line I have had laying around for ages

 

i just drove with the top down and the northern lights above me it was a trip i would have enjoyed it more if it wasn't 32F out

 

Am I not an evil dictator?


BTW:
Pet ownership in United States
Dog - 72,114,000
Cats - 81,721,000

 

That's balmy for you guys, isn't it? I bet you were wearing short sleeves.

 

I'm holding an AT2020 and Icicle right now.

 

Oscar, real men don't need a clutch to get home.

 

I know, but I was facing uphill traffic and a shitload of trafficlights and stopsigns so I pussied out and had it towed home.

 

I never underestimated you and your europeeingness.

I just rearranged my room so I can get my steering wheel and pedal setup rig back in action. Pretty stoked.

 

I hung out with Ron Jeremy last night. Pics will be posted soon.

 

"And after that night Jake's farts never sound quite the same."

 

Pushy finally discovered he's a power bottom?