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That was back when people had huge pockets.
August 31, 2009 at 12:25 PM
I did not realize that Game Boys had to shake back and forth to speak words. I would have talked to mine long ago.
The Naked Redhead |
August 31, 2009 at 12:50 PM
I hope you continued to play "game boy people" even after the camera stopped. You know, the way some kids play with cans under the counter because they're too poor to have actual Barbie dolls. Or in my case, because they're mental.
Since you've turned into a Spaniard I shall sign off the way María Rosario Pilar Martínez Molina Moquiere de les Esperades Santa Ana Romanguera y de la Najosa Rasten might:
August 31, 2009 at 02:09 PM
no way! for some strange reason: i loved that commercial so much when i was little!
August 31, 2009 at 07:30 PM
What street corner were you working to get this gig? Probably one by a radio shack... you slut.
September 01, 2009 at 12:37 AM
Remember that slightly absurd interview we did several weeks ago? It's up! http://www.cracked.com/video_17797_worst-interview-ever-featuring-michael-ian-black.html
Daniel O'Brien |
September 01, 2009 at 11:58 AM
September 01, 2009 at 05:08 PM
I stand out on street corners and sell my body to the night (come by for a visit sometime!). We do these things to get by. I don't think any less of you, as long as you don't think any less of me.
September 01, 2009 at 07:57 PM
My lord, you are a whore. A dirty, filthy, unscrupulous whore of a raspberry tart! In short, my favourite kind of whore.
September 06, 2009 at 09:24 PM
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