Q: What do you call an accountant that always gets in your way when you're trying to score with the ladies?
A: H&R CockBlock! Booyah!
So I'm on this really weird coconut kick right now. All I want to eat is almond joys and Hostess snowballs, and I am making these midnight emergency coconut runs to the convenience store.
I think my coconut urges are a byproduct of my repressed desire to run away to a deserted island where I have no responsibilities. I could spend all day running around naked on the beach and applying sunscreen to my junk.
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Monday, October 15, 2007
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