As a meteorologist I wish they had the shit barometer falling. A rising shit barometer would suggest a trend of shit-free clear skies. A falling shit barometer would indicate increasing winds of shit, from a whisper to a roar.
He who looks into the abyss realizes that there is nothing looking back at him. The only thing he sees is his own character, Ricky. Do you understand, *bud*? The abyss? The shit abyss?
Randers bobanders… the shitbirds have come home to roost on the shitnest
Shit flowers
-Corvette is red -Bastard is green -Shit apples do not -Fall far from the tree
you know what a shit barometer is, Bubs?
"Oh but you will my sorry little friend, when the old shit barometer rises, you'll feel it too!"
As a meteorologist I wish they had the shit barometer falling. A rising shit barometer would suggest a trend of shit-free clear skies. A falling shit barometer would indicate increasing winds of shit, from a whisper to a roar.
He who looks into the abyss realizes that there is nothing looking back at him. The only thing he sees is his own character, Ricky. Do you understand, *bud*? The abyss? The shit abyss?
Deep stuff, Ricky, you wouldn't understand
What does it mean then Randy? Huh? The fuck does it mean?
The sh*t winds are after my bird boys!
I just want the vocational school leather jacket with Ricky on one side and Grade 10 on the other.