its the weekend baby. youknow what that means. its time to drink precisely one beer and call 911— wint (@dril) November 1, 2013
– How big is an 8 year old’s head? A bowling ball?
-Too small. It’s like a basketball. But one of those small basketballs, you win at the fair.
-You’re describing a bowling ball!
- Liz Lemon and Crisstopher Cross
-Close only counts in horse grenades.
-Well, when you are playing horseshoes, and you throw your grenade at the horse, you don’t have to get that close to the horse to blow its legs off.
-It is a saying from that movie, Seabiscuit.
It’s like Jay-Z said, “Concrete bunghole where dreams are made up, there’s nothing you can do.”
Put your mental burdens in my mind vice, and I will crush them.
I’m sorry I’m 4 hours late to this meeting. My alarm clock didn’t go off because it died in a cock fight last night.
“Heavy is the head that eats the crayons.” Gonna go take a nap. See you in ten hours.
I responded in what I thought was the most truthful, or least untruthful manner by saying no.