Midweek Rundown

Here's a couple of ri-fucking-diculous things that we've found this week.
First off: Ew, ew, fucking ew, gross. Dude's a creep. Straight up. He was creepy as a softball coach, so hey, let's put him in charge of the swim team. What could go wrong? Let's go get high.

Next at bat: Tear ass, Torrie! And it's not the first time this has happened? My favorite line from the sheriff-"...doors are locked for a reason, and these not locked caused this problem." Indeed.

This one sounds familiar: Dude really wanted a fuckin hot dog. Fuckin really, folks. Quit driving your cars through shit unless there's metal blaring, pyros goin off, drunk rednecks screaming, bikini-clad chicks cheering,....wait what were we talkin about? I gotta go drive my car through some shit. Peace the fuck out.

and have a nice government-invented consumerism holiday. (ain't they all?)