tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262895145464995227.post1497201235579210596..comments2023-03-27T04:02:24.253-04:00Comments on Slumlog: Imagination is a powerful deceiverslog1http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755636329015293889noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262895145464995227.post-75517673834843991852010-06-13T21:44:59.386-04:002010-06-13T21:44:59.386-04:00Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, o...Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. <br />Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. <br /><br />Get loose everybody 'cause we're gonna do our thing. 'Cause you know it ain't over 'till the fat JC Chasez bobblehead sings. Hangin' tough, hangin' tough, hangin' tough. Are you tough enough?<br /><br />Oh my bad, wrong shitty boy band. I'm so sorry. The answer is still no. You're not tough enough, you're not even tough. Come over here and I will kick your bitchy little ass punk.Mike Green Bobbleheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09541147833472792625noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262895145464995227.post-87889321274187145622010-06-11T22:38:49.903-04:002010-06-11T22:38:49.903-04:00Just as long as JC Chasez Bobblehead doesn't s...Just as long as JC Chasez Bobblehead doesn't sing at my funeral, we're all good. He was the least talented member of the Backstreet Boys anyway.Ess-Doghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15427492816477129175noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262895145464995227.post-5801690176936760752010-06-11T10:42:51.860-04:002010-06-11T10:42:51.860-04:00Hey buddy, I thought we had a deal! You got to ma...Hey buddy, I thought we had a deal! You got to make out with my grandma and I got to make out with yours, and we promised to never mention it again. I was only doing it because I felt bad that you'd never made out with a girl before. That, and I thought your Gram was kinda hot. Maybe you don't remember your vow of secrecy because you had to drink a whole bottle of NyQuil just to get up the nerve. But I remember that night. Quite fondly, in fact. Ahh, Granny Ess-Dog... what a sweetheart she was. And foxy, too! Rrrowl! How's she doing, anyway? No, y'know what? Nevermind. You thought you could distract me with Granny fantasies. Screw you, Ess-Dog! Now everyone's gonna think my Grandmother's a dirty tramp! You should be thanking me! You'll pay for this, man. You'll be commentating your own funeral when JC Chasez Bobblehead is through with you!JCBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08613001212518421686noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262895145464995227.post-83123023668513701792010-06-07T19:56:13.998-04:002010-06-07T19:56:13.998-04:00Is metromix anything like trail mix? I hate dried ...Is metromix anything like trail mix? I hate dried fruit. Eating dried fruit reminds me of the time I made out with my friend's grandmother and nibbling the nape of her neck was like getting a mouthful of wrinkled raisins and dried apricot.Ess-Doghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15427492816477129175noreply@blogger.com