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After hours of trying to remove this lemon from my ass, I'm left wondering why life didn't just hand it to me.
I've simultaneously achieved a new low in the culinary arts, and a new high in hiding my alcoholism. Jack Daniel's and maple syrup.
I'd live tweet sex, if I could type faster.
Trying to come up with a decent valentines poem. So far; farted, dutch oven, and broken hearted, is all I got.
The more I think about the lack of thought I put into thinking makes me wonder what was I thinking.
There comes a time in every man's life, when he has to say "fuck this". Tonight, I hope she agrees.
Every time someone blesses me after I sneeze, one thing runs through my mind: You're not qualified.
Let's all pool together and give Canada their NickleBack.
Grass is dead, dirt is brown, I'm drinking Malt liquor, alone with a frown.
I hope we have all learned a valuable lesson today. Mutant sea going Pandas, were a bad idea.
I've finished my latest invention; a automated clothes ironing machine. I'm calling it "The Ironic", primarily because it dosen't work.
"The road to hell is paved with good intentions." I'm hoping the road to heaven is paved with empty vodka bottles.
If a tree fell in the woods and knocked over my beer, I'd be pissed whether I heard it or not.
There once was a sea bass named Billy, who caught a tsunami from Chile, he swam and he swam all day to Japan, and now he is Sushi-suzuki.
The thin line between love and hate vibrates in the frequency of our sense of humor.
Perspective is best served tepid, with a snifter of bourbon.
If you can't say anything nice. Go with ambiguous aversion.
How many beers does it take for this ambien to kiiiccckkk iiinnn?
If it's any consolation, I had to roll my windows up on the way home from work.
I just became the Mayor of Typos on Foresquare.
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