Obviously they fired the innocuous motherfucker who came up with “getting jiggy with it at $1.99″ and replaced him with this asswipe:
…but not at any of these places…
Check out the way that dog is just chillin’ with his brew, and, inexplicably, with his football helmet.
Oh my… I’m going to leave this one alone, save to say, why do these little shitholes always insist on knowing how “I” like it??
We three G’s of orient are… would you eat at a place called the Three G’s? By the way, this is on the edge of the ghetto, so it’s likely that these G’s have little street cred.
I spent Sunday with Bait driving through areas where White People Fear to Tread, but it was well worth it. We were able to go straight to the heart of the fart and bring you things that khaki wearers do not know exist. Let’s first start out with this little ditty:
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As you can see, maintaining a proper coiffeur is a necessity - even when you’re on food stamps and layaway.
From an Indiana gas station off of I-65. Classy.
Overheard:
I sizzle when I’m wet.
(No joke needed. This one stands on its own. Kinda like my knob.)
That’s cool, man, we have something in common.
