Black Tar Heroine
I know she means well.
A pit bull.
A pit bull bites the hand that feeds it, while a hot dog feeds the hand that bites it.
“I’m never going to get to the bottom of this.”
It sounds really stew-pit but it's real.
It was a pit-ty.
it's a sweet ass
It's where you'll find all the heavy metal rockers with lisps.
First.... You dig a big pit.
Like, a tiger pit, but big enough for an elephant.
Then, you fill it with leaves and debris and whatever...
Light the leaves on fire and let it burn all the way down to ash.
Next, open a can of peas (or fresh peas if you have them)...
Place the peas all along the outside of the pit, creating a ring around the whole thing...
That way, when the elephant goes to take a pea, you kick him in the ash-hole.
He re-Poe-ed them.
You floor it.
What do you call a pit-bull that lives in Florida?
>!A hot dog!<
What do you call a pit-bull that lives in Alaska?
>!A chillie-dog!<
He said he wanted to make a Ghee Tar.
Some might say I enjoy smoking quack.
Can you believe they let the other guy bring a bloody chicken!
But she slowly started warming up to it.
I know he means well.
She was cold about it at first , but she’s warming up to it.
An asshole.
An asshole
Feefiphobia.
It's called an alco-hole.
But I don’t beat around the Bush
It’s not you, it’s a me mario
He was in a hole lot of doubt.
It was groundbreaking.
Cuatro Sinko
Sitting around a fire pit at a cabin we were staying at last weekend with my wife and some other family.
My wife leans over and wipes a piece of ash off of my jacket, to which I reply:
"You love to tap that ash, don't you?"
Everyone groaned.
Now they don't even have a pit to hiss in
It was the pits
One might say he's a little husky
Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie own a vineyard called Mirival that makes a really good rosé.
Wife: do you think they'll stop making Mirival?
Me: Even if they don't, we better stock up on it now. That wine is about to be terrible.
Wife: ...why?
Me: Because of sour grapes.
Thought of this one today at dinner.
Myself: Watch out, you're playing with fire. Uncle: Oh I know, I feel the heat.
They are pitted against one another.
A pit bull bites the hand that feeds it, and a hot dog feeds the hand that bites it.
Some might say I enjoy smoking quack
