i used to bury my gi joes in the yard. i'd go back to get them only to find them missing. somewhere, out there, in that big bad world of ours. there is an army of cobra crimson guard zombies skulking around in search of gi joe brain to sucketh upon.
the moral of this story: hide your gi joes, cobras coming!
Me and my swedish neighbor, Yohan, we used to collect Sears underwear catalogs in a giant tupperware container and bury it in his yard. As a preteen, those things can be pretty hot. Well one day his father wondered why the fuck is there this giant mound of dirt next to his orange trees and he found our tupperware container. Yohan told him he was shopping for his mother. I'm pretty sure he was wiser and knew we were just little perverts.
Hey whats with this "I love you wifey shit comment.... Let them know you have a loveless marriage you're already committed to!
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gueess who i am ..
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the moral of this story: hide your gi joes, cobras coming!
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Hey whats with this "I love you wifey shit comment....
Let them know you have a loveless marriage you're already committed to!
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But it's cool because I know who it is. hahah LIFE!
oh yeah, The barbie dolls I buried were always naked and I never owned a ken.
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