Having
someone say this about my post on Garth Brooks' ex-wife and her kidnapper:
I heard the guy was her boyfriend. Which, from the looks of her, is a job.
reminded me of the time that a large and in charge lady at work said she was going on a warm weather vacation and someone pulled me aside and said:
That's a lot to ask of the sun.
6 comments:
Oooh, that's a good one. I'm stealing that one for sure.
Thanks for the shout-out, Dale. I almost watched American Idol tonight but...Queen? I'm just not ready for that much potential suckage. I look forward to your recap. :)
I know, I wish it was mine Reese! And for the record, the picture of the purple lady pretty much looks like she does! Only she's less attractive.
Chelene - Didn't want to outright implicate you but I sort of did anyway by just calling you someone. I'm so rude!
Isn't that oil-soaked tub of fat now married to Trisha Yearwood? He did his ex-wife a favour by fucking off (and fucking other women). From what I've read in Retarded Hillbilly Monthly, Garth Brooks has a hard-as-teak time keeping his pecker stuffed up behind that zipper. Yick!
Yep - speaking of the girl with the four way double wide hips, Trisha and Garth up a very large tree g-o-r-g-i-n-g.
Thanks for the zipper imagery - wonderful and frightening.
Anything pour vous, Dale.
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