Smart Bombs and Dumb Kids
Our kids keep getting dumber while the war keeps getting longer. And not even the smartest bomb can compensate for the dumbest kid.
Our kids keep getting dumber while the war keeps getting longer. And not even the smartest bomb can compensate for the dumbest kid.
Hope you saved your receipt, 'cause chances are the gift you got that special someone isn't sending the right message. (Hint: I love you.)
Finally, a day where men get to shove their meat in all the right places. It's a his and hers holiday gift where everyone leaves full.
Your glands are swollen and you're shaking and panting in a cold sweat. Uhh, you're fine, probably just got the hots for the receptionist. NEXT.
Every girl comes armed with a standard set of annoying questions designed to break men down. Don't get caught with your pants down.
As flattering as all your attention is, and as much as you'd love to go out on my limb for me, I need to branch out and you're stifling me, Sunshine.
Often imitated, never duplicated, the Evil one is now jumping buses in the sky. Let's hope the clouds are softer than his previous landings.
We won the war, we drive on the right side of the road, and we could care less about Victoria Beckham. Clearly, the U.S. is better than England.
What little clarity is available in man's brain can only be tapped right after that ass. Then it's all muddy again with thoughts of dirty sex.
Boy meets girl, girl meets penis, things are going well. But what do you do when girl meets Star Wars collection, and girl goes mild?
Your pointless verbal plea for a call back to help improve your feeling of self-worth is really starting to get annoying. Just send me a text, moron.
Ugly people's lives may look sad and depressing, but who are the ones having to dress, act, and live by other people's standards?