Good evening, cockbags! The game is upon us. It is currently 75 degrees and sunny in Point de Rocky Mexksico and I am close to finishing the first handle of Captain. In the midst of trying to call home (/thanks for the phone clown) Hef reminded me to write UTL. He said this with a huge napkin wrapped around his big toe since he cut his wittle toe on a shell. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I cut my toe WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I am looking for attention. (Don’t tell me to get off the hightop chair again. /waves at 7 people). Anywho, I have nothing much to write so I asked the collective group what their Super Bowl predictions are. After the jump, picks to be used for gambling purposes.
Rex: Colts
Little Buddha: Colts
Hef: Colts (said while wearing his unlucky Nomar jersey)
Tuck Pendleton: Saints by 9
Spencer : Colts
clown: Saints by 11 or 12 whatever
Roman: Colts
Enjoy the game.
So how’s the cocaine?
You want a toe? I can get you a toe, believe me. There are ways, Hef. You don’t wanna know about it, believe me. Hell, I can get you a toe by 3 o’clock this afternoon. With nail polish. Fucking amateurs.
+1 Sabbath
/Fucking dipshit with a nine toed woman.