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I finally got to break out the yard sale line last night
My lovely wife discovered a Woopigger about a year back. She took Karl Onterio's engagement pictures. He asked her if I still played softball (we were a terror on the Ouachita intramural fields way back then), and said he had been playing with some guys he met on the internet. I didn't think much of the story until she said where he met them... at the woopid.So, I guess the moral of the story is I knew Karl before the crazy red razorback pants.
I was cheated out of my chance when I was asked if I got my shirt at a yard sale.
A guy at the gym tonight said "nice shirt", so I said "thanks, got it at a yardsale".Then he said "Ya'll are goin to the Cotton Bowl, right?" I just kinda stood there and realized I'd wasted the joke. Horseshit.
Is the next line, "the raven flies at midnight?" Or was that a different thread?See, I think this is one reason I've held off on getting a shirt; the preasure to perform is just too much.
Definitely back in the day. If Ron Huery bangs your girlfriend recently, that is not cool.
Unless children are present.
Ya'll ever tried to suck a dick for 20 minutes? It isn't easy.
Unless children are present.Then, you go Blues Brother Jake and ask "how much for the children?"
If children are present, an acceptable alternative is "Damned shame what happened to Leo," which should trigger the response, "What - did he quit drinkin?"
Is the next line, "the raven flies at midnight?"
I'm down in New Braunfels Tx, in between Austin and San Antonio.There aren't many hogfans down here, let alone woopiggers, part of the reason I visit the board.
They're all chickens.The rooster has sex with all of them.
Ok, who is this wanker?
You can tell by the "NTEGRITY" decal.
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