who, other than the dipshits involved, truly feels bladder relief? Me? I wouldn’t piss on either of these guys if they were on fire. But watching them have this slapfight–like watching chicks brawl when clothes are being rended is, shall we say…titillating.
Now shut the fuck up and go back to your basements.
(via the hobo-homiciding pureed puppy chugger)
UPDATE: Yikes! I’ve been Instalanched.
(Hey, Prof? What’s Knoxville really like? Because NYC is starting to look like “get outta Dodge,” if you catch my drift.)
Good call. One of my father’s many good pieces of advice: Avoid a pissing contest. You might win, but you still end up with piss all over your boots.
Knoxville rocks. Come on down. You’ll feel like your life car went from 100 mph to 35 mph in 2 seconds flat.