I was mugged once when I lived in Sheffield, England. I always have wondered what those two hooligans did with my Social Security card, Barclay's bank card, buss pass, and my driver's licenses. They can keep my library card. Have any of you had the pleasure of being mugged before? I must say that it ranks up in the top five experiences in life that suck major, unwiped ass. When I reported the crime to the police they basically laughed at me and told me to take me and my "Hoover" pamphlets back to America. Fucking British police. They look like they are all wearing a giant tit on their heads anyway.
A guy that I work with had an interesting thing happen to his dad on this last Friday the 13th. This happened somewhere in Colorado at someplace called "Dirty Sanchez Reservoir". Maybe I'm mistaken on the name, but I'm sure sketchy things happen there. Anyway, his dad is unloading his fishing boat and there are these rangers saying that the reservoir just reopened after a 12 day search for a missing teenager. His dad then asks the ranger what he should do if he comes across the body and the ranger said to immediately call 911. So, this guy's dad and a brother get out towards this small island and see what they think is a strange rock. This rock seems to be floating. They go over to this strange, floating rock and discover that it is in fact the missing person. Needless to say, a dead body that has been sitting in the water for 12 days is none too pretty. After calling 911 and having a whole host of law enforcement descend upon them, they spent the rest of the day being interviewed by police. What a fishing story!
I am glad that Boston won.
I'm trying to decide if I am the type of man that can pull off wearing an ascot. A monocle , no. An ascot, maybe. What do you think?
I've always wondered what the Red Baron's favorite color was.
Did you know that Ruby Red Squirt has caffeine in it while regular Squirt does not? Both have glycerol ester of wood rosin in them, though.
What in the hell is "brominated vegetable oil"? Squirt has that in it as well.
I was thinking of writing a short story or poem about a sweet, yet slightly intoxicated girl named Ester who lived in a little hamlet called "Wood Rosin".
It has been my life's ambition to invent the ultimate afro sheen.
I like you. Do you like me?
Oh, gosh. Do tell!
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