Where bad choices make good stories
10) Several months ago when shitheads were talking about Space Jam 2, Electric Boogaloo, there was serious talk of cancelling PePe! WTF? So as I was looking for Looney Toons Blu-rays to buy, I discovered that there is actually a best of PePe DVD. So I bought it, prior to it being cancelled like the "infamous rasist" Dr. Seuss. My granddaughter will delight in this one day.
Considering Pepe's love interest was a cat, I'm surprised the left has a problem with interspecies sex - I thought their motto was, literally, anything goes, as long as it's weird.
The only reason my ex didn't pull a #20 was she lacked the imagination.
facebook pulled your June 06, 2021.....DeCaprio “.....I don’t think fauci killed himself” meme....today.....kinda surprised me....up for almost 2 months.Ed357
1 straight to comment as I have seen those people respond in kind. I would take on a boxer before them. Catlike they are.
"Who's the bald bitch?" I slapped my knee.
#1 -- My father was a WWII vet (he passed in 2005). He was a Scout in the Army in the Pacific theater and fought at Buna Beach in New Guinea. His unit had 98% casualties, of which he was one. He got a Silver Star for his actions in that battle, and then was discharged because of his wounds (he was shot in the head). He was in rehab for about two years, but after that, he went to college on the GI bill.When he got to college, he made friends with a few other vets, who were also "old" freshmen -- most freshmen were 18 or so, but my father was about 25. LIke my father, his friends had seen a good deal of combat. One evening, my father and his friends were out at a bar. Some upperclassmen (who had avoided the draft) in his fraternity decided to pull rank on him, and started trying to haze him and his friends. My father told them to screw themselves. So, the upperclassmen decided to get physical.It did not go well for them. And the cops were vets, too.He never talked about the war until I joined the Army. Even though I was a noncombatant (Medical Corps), when he saw me in uniform, he opened up a little. He had a pug nose -- no cartilage and a deformed nasalis bone. I asked him what happened. He said "A Jap hit me in the face with the butt of his rifle.""Good God," I said, "What happened then?""I don't know, I passed out.""Why didn't he kill you?" I asked."My bayonet was in his chest."I always thought it was pretty moronic for frat boys who had never seen combat to pick a fight with three vets who had fought to the death in the jungles of New Guinea.
I would have paid good money to see that.
Great story, Nines. And a cautionary tale for people who think they're tough.
Never fear the frat boy with a sleeve of tattoos.Fear the old fucker with three tattoos.
I got back from Viet Nam and headed off to college and had a similar encounter, except my ass-hat frat boy had the sense to pull himself back from the logical conclusion to his ass-hattery at the last instant. I've regretted his decision for almost fifty years now, although it was kind of sweet watching him crawfish in front of his wussie little frat-boy friends.
#6 was probably created by a millennial who never threaded a projector (movie or filmstrip, take your pick).(...though TBH, VCRs were starting to show up in class occasionally by the time I hit high school, and I graduated in '89.)
I do not get #5!!!grayman
Now he's got something to fuck with her about. Ammo, if you will.
#5 and #16 made me spew my beer! Top tier burns!
LET'S watch the dick find out a truism of life....IF HE LIVES. #7 that's my drivin. I would rather THEM NOT get in.
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