I can't believe no one made this yet.
Anyway, it's my brotha from anotha motha's anniversary of shooting out of a vagina. So everyone wish him a happy birthday and tell him you love him.
Happy Birthday, Eric!
What if he doesn't survive? He's worth a lot to me.
I can't believe no one made this yet.
Anyway, it's my brotha from anotha motha's anniversary of shooting out of a vagina. So everyone wish him a happy birthday and tell him you love him.
Happy Birthday, Eric!
Like a G 13, G 13.
Proud to be the Unofficial Secret Illegal Enforcer of Eyes on Final Fantasy!
When I grow up, I want to go toBovineTrump University! - Ralph Wiggum
Eric is what I would describe as a stand up bloke and I hope his day was majestic.
EWIK! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Thanks!
I played Minecraft all day, found The Legend of Sigurd and Gudrún in the most unlikeliest of places, a dollar store, stuffed my fat American face with the largest pizza the Eastern side of this West Coast state has to offer, a 26" Colossus, and ended the day boiling myself in a hot tub. Pretty alright day.
Sounds like a good day to me.
Happy birthday, buddy!
Happy birthday, Eric!
Apparently, I have been declared banished.
Happy birthday~!
Happy Birthday. :vader:
Waitaminute, waitaminute, waitaminute... Whose Ewok?
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
Happy... 6th?
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7th.
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