MY NAME IS CHIP. WEIRD SHIT JUST SORTA HAPPENS TO ME. THIS IS A SOME OF THAT SHIT.
I’m sure from the title you thought this would be a post about some Mexican food I enjoyed for lunch and then pooped my pants… well it isn’t. It is an update on my locker room experiences with the Mexican cleaning/”hanging out in the mens locker room” ladies. Every time I go to work out they are just maxin’ in the mens locker room.
We’ve got to do something about this guy. I initially didn’t know how bad it was, but this is getting serious. If we don’t take a stand right now, this son of a bitch just might have the nerve to release Clerks III.
Why is Snooki taking a dump on stage in this picture?
One of my life mantras is “The More The Better.” Why would I want to dry my hands with one large paper towel when I could use like five or six miniature towels at a time. Plus, silver lining, I’m getting tons of extra exercise while I’m pumping this slot machine arm for 3 inches of paper at a time.
In 1999 I proudly walked in the “Million Man March Against the Hand-Crank Towel Dispensers.” It was time they made those things electric! I remember the outcry from the media against the hand-cranked machines, due to the years of oppression we were subjected to living under. Being forced to use brute human strength to crank those archaic machines for a towel, simply to dry our freshly cleansed hands.
I only wish the new electric sensors didn’t work all the time. Seems like it would be fun to stand there waving my arms around like an idiot, hoping a tiny piece of paper might possibly come out.
I didn’t think clones could reproduce. Choking hazard? Small parts? Is this really appropriate for children under 18?
1. Murdoch’s jacket is huge.
2. Mr. T is really a white midget painted black.
3. All of their short, little, stubby legs.
4. Hannibal’s “Isn’t this a great group” shit eating grin.
5. As best I can tell… Face is Asian.
Props to Yogi for submitting
October 11, 2011
Chip
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