As we hurry away to the end, my friend, Of this sad little farce called existence, We are sure that the future will bring one thing, And that is the grave in the distance. And so when our lives run along all wrong, And nothing seems real or certain, We can comfort ourselves with the thought (or not) Of that spectre behind the curtain. Warning: This site contains adult material!
What should you do if you're approachedby a man wearing a Speedo?
Do a quick scan of the belly-to-body-hair ratio to determine if he's a member of the U.S. Olympic Men's Swim Team. If not, quickly scatter french fries around you in a defensive circle. Bring on the sea gulls.
Posted by BlackGold at 8/13/2006 09:59:00 AM
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Those damn Speedo's get me every time!
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