He has his own Glock n’ spiel.
He was a frat buoy.
Things aren't gonna get messy.
One says it's Lewis-Ville. The next one says the locals say Lew-ville and the last one says they say Lewie-ville. After arguing for a few minutes they see a place to get some lunch. They all agree it would be great to hear how the locals pronounce the name of their city. They all go up to the counter and one says, could you tell me where we are and please say it slowly. BURR-GURR-KIIING!!!
Ewe do ewe.
"Have you seen him? He's a tall Pakistani guy. Can't miss him." "No, sorry man." "Bummer... Yeah I've gotta catch Amal."
My fiance nearly threw her engagement ring at me for that one.
They are surrounded by dozens of the fierce blood thirsty warriors armed with clubs and spears. The leader of the warriors approaches the two friends and informs them they are trespassing on sacred land and unless they can prove they are descendants of the Gods they will be killed and eaten.
Bob and Frank realize they have little choice but agree they will attempt any test to try to save their lives.
The chief warrior brings them a bowl full of angry fire ants and drops one small seed into the bowl. He informs them they must put their lips in the bowl and suck as hard as they can. If they manage to suck up only the seed without sucking up an ant then the tribe would know they must be sent from the Gods.
Bob looks wearily at Frank but knowing they have no other options he puts his lips in the bowl and sucks hard. He immediately gets a mouth full of ants and screams in pain as they bite away at the inside of his mouth. Frank now even more nervous takes his turn and to his dismay also receives a nasty mouthful of the viscous buggers.
The warriors leap to their feet and surround the friends, “Now you must die” declares the chieftain. Just as the first spear is raised to Franks throat he screams “Tria-Gan!” The warriors stop dead in their tracks. “What did you say” asked the chief. “Tria-Gan” yelled frank again. Immediately the chief and his warriors turned and fled into the forest.
“Holy shit” said Bob “What did you just say and how did you know it would work?”
“Well” said Frank, “my Mother always told me if at first you don’t suck seed try Tria-Gan.”
They all attacked him, but he went straight for the Juggalo.
I told him I wasn’t comfortable with this, and now he’s accusing me of being lack-toes intolerant.
It took a little Seoul searching, but he eventually found his way.
He is always talking about being Pro-Bono
A gang bang
He said “I haven’t seen you get out of the saddle once in the last 30 miles, are you hatching an egg down there or something?” And I said “You know, if you keep giving me crap about this, I won’t stand for it!”
I said "You shouldn't go out in public like that. You would look shady." No one responded. I apologized for the lame joke. I tell lame jokes like this all the time and that might have been the last straw. What do I do? Help.
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Everyone was commenting on how good the poached eggs were, and with a dead straight face I say:
"Yeah, poached eggs used to be so popular until they nearly went extinct... Thank god for scrambled."
Dad jokes always break the ice.
"Sorry, they're all gone."
"Aww shucks!"
