Rick O'Shea.
It might be farmer Geddon.
His dog is not as bad.
As you can tell, I'm a slumberjack.
She told me they call her the queen advisor
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but they never say when it’ll hit.
He raised the Vatican urinals by 4 inches.
"because where there's a Will there's a weigh."
He instantly replied, “but mom said I couldn’t play Fort Night”
(He’s gonna be a great dad some day)
I just cant see why it won't stay still
So my question was: What do you know about dwarves?
He’s my cousin, twice [removed].
... Re Post-it Notes.
But I think he's built it up too much.
It's a real earshoe.
A parapets!
The Owl Jizz Era News.
Everyone keeps telling me no.
Always Tolkien in her sleep...
Father-in-Law: And do people actually adhere to it? Me: No, cuz they put it sticky side down.
I told her "okay, if you incyst"
Well, how else are supposed to pay for their drinks?
"Greetings, comrade." says the spy, but before he could finish his sentence, the Russian says, "I think you are American spy."
The spy is alarmed, but being a skilled, trained, spy, he says, "That is not true! I am the proudest Soviet there is! I can sing the anthem more beautifully than any other man in the country!"
He then proceeds to sing the Soviet anthem, so melodically and beautifully, that everybody in the bar cheers.
"Very good, very good!" says the politician. "But I still think you are spy."
The man continues to keep his cool.
"I am a historian! I can tell you everything about this glorious country!"
He then spends about two hours recounting the Revolution, the Great Patriotic War, about how superior to the Russia is in terms of technology compared to America and makes a great argument about how communism is beneficial to society.
"Amazing! You are skilled!" says the politician.
The spy smirks.
"But I still think you American spy."
The spy is getting frustrated, but still unfazed.
He replies, "I am good drinker, a true Russian! Let us drink, and see who can come out top!"
The bar turns its attention to the politician and the spy, who are now in a drinking contest.
The bartender serves drink after drink of vodka.
After about an hour of drinking, the politician nearly passes out, unable to hold as much liquor as the spy, to a resounding cheer amongst the bar.
In the midst of the cheering, the Russian politician gets up, smiling, and in a slurred speech, repeats, "You are good, you are good... but I still think you are spy."
The American spy, piss drunk, loses his skill and gives up.
"Okay, you got me. I am an American. But what made you think that way, after all this time?"
The Russian politician replies, "There aren't many black people in Russia."
I shouldn’t have bought the repressed memory foam mattress.
Space heaters
Nobody expects the spanish intro mission
Local tribes in fear of a zombee apocalypse
Because she’ll let it go.
But she couldn't put it pasture.
But I'm sticking to my guns.
I told him he’s grounded.
It's your Yelp score
Because everyone knows that if you have a big sub you also need a good set of tweeters.
They should be greightful.
It’s my car pet.
Always Tolkien in her sleep...
