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![]() Dr. Foster: Would you please tell your son to stop? Ned's Dad: We can't do it, man! That's discipline! That's like tellin' Gene Krupa not to go [starts banging on the desk] "boom boom bam bam bam, boom boom bam bam bam, boom boom boom bam ba ba ba ba, da boo boo tss!" Ned's Dad: We don't believe in rules, like, we gave them up when we started livin' like freaky beatniks! Dr. Foster: You don't believe in rules, yet you want to control Ned's anger. Ned's Mom: Yeah. You gotta help us, Doc. We've tried nothin' and we're all out of ideas. |
are you guys kidding me?
i fucking am mcaunaughey in that movie, and i don't get rep for it. all i fucking do is post about models or girls under 18. fuck. |
lunch break yesterday: i kinda considered jumping on a bus and seeing how far i could get on like half of what was in my wallet. then i was like, that's a stupid idea. then i was like, no, that's a really fuckin' stupid idea, because realised those busses probably only go downtown. which would not get me the fuck out of lansing.
laaaaaaaaaaaame. |
@Derek
where is that picture where Mickey mouse's face is melting |
I HATE my phone
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rage
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I'm huuuuuuuuuungry
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I kind of am...but I'm been om nomming cookies between drinks.
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I want some motherfucking cookies. GIVE ME COOKIES
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There my cookies goddamit, make your own your fucking cooke monster tyou.
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asshole. I gave you cookies and this is how you repay me! :(
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I'm sorry. I'll send you my love down the well.
http://www.hulu.com/watch/33851/the-...nding-our-love |
thx krusty.
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hey hey hey
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waht''' that's fat albert. fuck. it
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I lol'd.
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