Earl Scheib‘s got nothing on this guy.
Mr. Redshoes, you need more homework assignments so you can graduate and get a decent job to pay Earl for a strip and paint special. Otherwise you’ll prolly have to pay someone to buy your four-wheeled artwork.
We also suggest you start saving for tatt removal laser work on that inkbooger you smeared on your forearm. Pure efficient genius.
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“He’s got a ’30 Ford Wagon and he’s got nothing to brag about;
Panama City, here we come.” Meanwhile his future wife takes an elbow to the head.
[Found at My Parents Were Awesome.]
Hint: He’s immortal.
Also he’s traditionally known in the ranks as the FNG.
[Found in here.]
[Amy’s got a caption contest here. I gots nothin’.]
She works for RAMCO. Get it?
“Orange County firefighters responded to a call of an elderly woman driving a Mercury Grand Marquis backing into one garage and then driving into another garage across the driveway … in San Juan Capistrano Monday morning. No injuries were reported but one of the structures sustained heavy damage.”
I’m not sure what RAMCO manufactures, but if they make garage doors, this would make sense, drumming up business in a slow economy.
[Story and images from here.]
The perils of being a child star while saddled with an unfortunate nickname ultimately takes its toll…
[Found in here.]
The procedure is obvious. First, get a Sharpie Pen and make lame pretend tattoos on your left forearm. Then, put two tablespoons of baking soda in a half-cup of warm water. Find a juvenile hedgehog, and instruct the little rascal about the importance of personal hygiene using your roommate’s toothbrush. (Don’t tell yer homedawg until the photo is posted all over the internest).
Blow-dry your hog on low setting and Enjoy.
She really was a slacker. According to Han Solo, she had calluses on her scapulae. Watch where you point that thing, Princess.
[Found here.]
Tacky Raccoons 