Took all the shelves out of the fridge in case hot women in underwear stop by and want a beer. It’s possible, look here:
Go Take A Peekiloo
A Tremendous Honor from the Mothership
My Media Credentials
Many Thanks To Pookie and All at The Briefing Room and The Right Reasons
Brown balls slapping him in the face makes sense.
In an sodomite E. coli gravy taint drizzle sort of way.
Washing it down with some Tetley Tea (bag) I’m sure.
Restated: Sometimes you, like, feel a nut.
Whut would baseball be without a “Chin Music” trophy…
For getting hit the most number of times with balls on the chin!
That thumb is a deal killer for me.