I just wanted to take this time to announce that while I typically harbor a severe disdain for your run-of-the-mill Dirty Jerse/NYC frat guy, I especially can't stand them in the dining halls
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There's a joke to be made in here about the frat guys dipping their balls in the condiments and sparking the entire rant about hygeine, but I don't think it is worth the effort.
Instead, I shall use the space provided to pass along a line of prose that was delivered to me by a wise sage - Bob the filthy truck driver, who delivered to the IGA grocery store.
When its hot and sticky, Thats not time to dunk your dicky
When the frost is on the pumpkin Thats the time for dicky dunkin
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Instead, I shall use the space provided to pass along a line of prose that was delivered to me by a wise sage - Bob the filthy truck driver, who delivered to the IGA grocery store.
When its hot and sticky,
Thats not time to dunk your dicky
When the frost is on the pumpkin
Thats the time for dicky dunkin
IN CONOR'S MOUTH
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