Do it!Don't make me repost your first BC post again.
Do it!Don't make me repost your first BC post again.
Yeah, I want to see that one.Let's see it!Don't make me repost your first BC post again.
You're the man! That was hilarious, I felt as if I was standing right there on some pig-vomit baby orca's doorstep reading her honey-booboo trailer trash post! Thanks Dave!
Baby orca pig vomit.....lmao.You're the man! That was hilarious, I felt as if I was standing right there on some pig-vomit baby orca's doorstep reading her honey-booboo trailer trash post! Thanks Dave!
Get the Hazmat team out there to check it out!Hopefully her box isn't a hazmat.
Well, you know that you need to get close to the box, one foot slightly ahead off the other......Did her box look banged up?
Alcohol abuseI don't get it?
So, she was laughing at a drunk?Alcohol abuse
Well, you know that you need to get close to the box, one foot slightly ahead off the other......
I was walking up to a front door one morning that had a Chow dog standing in front of it going ballistic at me. He was tied to a regular walking leash, it's handle was looped over the inside door knob. I saw the door crack a few inches, the homeowner tried to pull the dog inside. The dog had other ideas, he pulled the woman outside. She didn't have a stitch on, I was just watching things bounce around in front of me. All I could think to say was "Have a good day Ma'am", and I turned away and walked back to my package car with a big grin on my face. It took about a year before she would ever answer her door again, I pretended like it never happened.
Good thing she didn't let go...... or you might not be telling this story.
I like to think I would have been quick enough to say:
"Oh myyy......"
There's only one requirement with using the word "queer". You have to be 50 years old or older.I wasn't going for the queer version, but I noticed you jumped all over it.