Haha, no doubt it was a great time to be alive and young. I feel very fortunate to have "come of age" in the late 70s through early 80s.
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Business idea.
1. Buy a huge lot of earbuds on the cheap
2. Set up an Uber-like service to deliver them to customers who are sitting in a waiting room with a foreign person listening to loud YouTube videos or FaceTiming loudly, who will then give the ear buds to the offending party as a gift.
3. Charge $10 for the service.
1. Buy a huge lot of earbuds on the cheap
2. Set up an Uber-like service to deliver them to customers who are sitting in a waiting room with a foreign person listening to loud YouTube videos or FaceTiming loudly, who will then give the ear buds to the offending party as a gift.
3. Charge $10 for the service.
I, for one, like the way she’s holding that mic.
I bet that microphone isn’t really all that big. Just looks huge in her hands. I like that too.
In the latest news from the Department Of You Gotta Be F#cking Kidding Me, a dude’s dick rotted off and his replacement dick was finally sewn onto his crotch after it being attached to his FOREARM for SIX years.
"Malcom, your mum and I would like to help you fill out your wardrobe for your new job"
"Thanks, Dad."
"Pants with pleats or just flat?
"Flat"
"Striped shirts or plain?"
"Plain, please"
"Short slee.."
"LONG SLEEVE!!!"
"Thanks, Dad."
"Pants with pleats or just flat?
"Flat"
"Striped shirts or plain?"
"Plain, please"
"Short slee.."
"LONG SLEEVE!!!"
As far as I know, the dude missed some real opportunities in the freak-porn industry during that 6-year window — but I haven’t searched for “MILF Bangs Forearm Dick With Great Lust” in awhile.
You guys never let me wear short sleeve shirts. Not once.
"Your search returned 0 results"
If you have a forearm dick do you even bother to try and explain it or do you just live your life likes it not even there?
YOU DON'T WANT NONE OF THESE SHORT SLEEVE SHIRTS.
On my way to Buc’s because this thread sucks.
Get a job directing traffic off the ramp. Until that light starts working, every old farm guy in his Ford F-850 going 20 mph is going to hold everyone up.
I was pleasantly surprised how the natives handled the double roundabouts.
Here are some advanced stats:
3’38.85” ramp to ramp
4.3 miles
76mph
I’m comfortably close to B’s.
#69 fill up - DOESNT EXIST. SOBS. Apparently beavers don’t count well. The numbers stop at 60, then jump to 200 or something stupid. I have no idea how many pumps are there. Still got my sweet beaver juice and then headed inside.
First, I pottied like a rockstar in the spacious bathroom. It’s sort of an open concept. Very nice. Did not spot the bathroom attendant. There is a “checkpoint” thing at the entrance that keeps track of how many people go in.
Got my patented XL Diet Dew to keep me company, but not before I tried a sip of Buc-ee’s own branded Blue Cream soda (made with pure cane sugar). Pretty nice.
Women be shopping. At Buc-ee’s. It’s downright stupid, but I ain’t mad. Quite a few yoga pants on display, and they’re buying everything. This is not your Speedway crowd. Buc-ee’s is a regional attraction with pristine bathrooms and respectable clientele.
I just sort of wondered around sipping Dew, seeing the sights. Jerky is the main attraction, and frankly I don’t care much about it. Partly because every dumbass is at the jerky counter asking the Jerky Master about 500 different jerkies.
I browsed the bakery section, and decided I’d pick up a reasonably priced cinnamon roll. It was the right choice. Big, soft, and quite frankly, one of the best cinnamon rolls I’ve ever had. It was the combination of the softness and the cream cheese icing. Well done, beaver. At 2.50 per roll, I’m declaring it a must buy item. The sweet lil lady even offered to warm it up for me, and tucked it away in a nice sturdy box.
Great day to visit Buc-ee’s. It was busy, but not crowded. The weather is amazing, and nobody is stressed.
Oh, and some stupid lady stopped dead in the middle of the traffic circle when I was waiting to hop in. She was probably from Mt Sterling.
3’38.85” ramp to ramp
4.3 miles
76mph
I’m comfortably close to B’s.
#69 fill up - DOESNT EXIST. SOBS. Apparently beavers don’t count well. The numbers stop at 60, then jump to 200 or something stupid. I have no idea how many pumps are there. Still got my sweet beaver juice and then headed inside.
First, I pottied like a rockstar in the spacious bathroom. It’s sort of an open concept. Very nice. Did not spot the bathroom attendant. There is a “checkpoint” thing at the entrance that keeps track of how many people go in.
Got my patented XL Diet Dew to keep me company, but not before I tried a sip of Buc-ee’s own branded Blue Cream soda (made with pure cane sugar). Pretty nice.
Women be shopping. At Buc-ee’s. It’s downright stupid, but I ain’t mad. Quite a few yoga pants on display, and they’re buying everything. This is not your Speedway crowd. Buc-ee’s is a regional attraction with pristine bathrooms and respectable clientele.
I just sort of wondered around sipping Dew, seeing the sights. Jerky is the main attraction, and frankly I don’t care much about it. Partly because every dumbass is at the jerky counter asking the Jerky Master about 500 different jerkies.
I browsed the bakery section, and decided I’d pick up a reasonably priced cinnamon roll. It was the right choice. Big, soft, and quite frankly, one of the best cinnamon rolls I’ve ever had. It was the combination of the softness and the cream cheese icing. Well done, beaver. At 2.50 per roll, I’m declaring it a must buy item. The sweet lil lady even offered to warm it up for me, and tucked it away in a nice sturdy box.
Great day to visit Buc-ee’s. It was busy, but not crowded. The weather is amazing, and nobody is stressed.
Oh, and some stupid lady stopped dead in the middle of the traffic circle when I was waiting to hop in. She was probably from Mt Sterling.
It's prolly not an attendance tracker, but rather a TSA-esque scanner to measure how big everyone's pecker is WHICH I'M PERFECTLY FINE WITH EVEN THOUGH I'M A GROW-ER NOT A SHOW-ER.
Nothing better than a real-sugar soda. High-fructose corn syrup can GGP.
Tangled up in Boob on that album?
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY
New motto for the NOB...as it repeatedly nears the 2nd page on (at least) a weekly basis...
Watch me paddle, mofos.
Watch me paddle, mofos.
I'm thinking of getting that grill Probably the cheaper knockoff version, though. I like the idea of outdoor cooking, but then I get outside in our tree-less backyard and turn into a sweat monster.
Eight (8) days of work remaining.
Reds:Yankees::Chili w/ Cinnamon:NY pizza slice
Can't get into the NBA playoffs yet.
Is None-and-Shaedone coming back to school yet?
Stay thirsty, my friends.
Eight (8) days of work remaining.
Reds:Yankees::Chili w/ Cinnamon:NY pizza slice
Can't get into the NBA playoffs yet.
Is None-and-Shaedone coming back to school yet?
Stay thirsty, my friends.
I am thinking of getting like the table top version. Like you said I like the idea of outdoor cooking and such. I just don't know I would use it enough to justify it.
I'm pretty sure this dude was involved...
He looks guilty. Case Closed.
Not sure why I get such a kick out of busting funky’s balls on his interwebz poll threads because I usually enjoy them. There really isn’t a logical explanation & I can’t even make up a reasonable excuse. I simply just can’t resist.
Sorry/not sorry
Sorry/not sorry
I never thought I would live to see the day where James Harden would only take two shots in the 2nd half of a game. That’s Bizzarro-World type stuff.
Also, I think it’s funny that the Nets got booted early & that the Lakers didn’t even make the playoffs. Not a fan of the super-group teams.
Don’t really care about the NBA much. Just trying to breath life into this mofo.
Also, I think it’s funny that the Nets got booted early & that the Lakers didn’t even make the playoffs. Not a fan of the super-group teams.
Don’t really care about the NBA much. Just trying to breath life into this mofo.
Man I have watched 40 seconds of the play offs. I always intend to then forget about it.
I’ve slowly transformed to a cranky old man. I now understand the torment and anguish of those surrounded by idiots.
After some extensive research, that young lady is about to be the best wildcat hooper of all time. She’s a pretty big deal.
Here we go, Mash. Blue Bell Chocolate Peanut Butter Overload. Chunky. Rich. Good stuff.
