No, no, no. It's I who must apologize, I almost feel bad about beating so thoroughly someone who's clearly delusional. Almost.
No, no, no. It's I who must apologize, I almost feel bad about beating so thoroughly someone who's clearly delusional. Almost.
If this were a "go after girls who are still in the womb" contest you would win hands down, but this is a man's contest so make yourself useful and get me another drink toots.
And if this were a "get drunk after a couple drinks" contest, well... you'd probably lose that too, little girl. What can I say? Winning isn't in your nature.
There's an easy way to settle this. Drunk Beard Contest. (I have no idea how this would go, though.)
RAZOR BLADE FIGHT
smurf you Julian. You only win this round because this round involves a drunk me. The contest is mine. My beard is already magnificent. My mom told me so.
Nor do I, but all I know is that it ends with Eric crying and me standing over him victoriously.Originally Posted by Shorty
AHAHA! I love it!Brilliant!
You're a smug son of a bitch. I'll give you that. And that's all I'll give you. You'll get no quarter from me, even if you are my bro.
And I, you.AHAHA! I love it!Brilliant!
I don't want no stinkin' quarter, not if it's from you.
The tape made me lol more than your Sturgeon Face.Brilliant!
Good, because I believe I just got done saying that you wouldn't be receiving one from me.I don't want no stinkin' quarter, not if it's from you.
You can keep your quarters and your patchy beard.
Haha. I wasn't going to actually write on my face.The tape made me lol more than your Sturgeon Face.Brilliant!
Patchy? Patchy!? That's some cold, dawg.
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