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July 05, 2006
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Binksley cavortsa na shortsa fishy chowder! Oopan unda ooveren heeska goin. Klik door voor de foto's!
Posted by tree hugging sister at July 5, 2006 04:35 PM
Comments
AHHHH! Gott damn! You could have put up a warning... in English. :)
Posted by: That 1 Guy at July 5, 2006 05:04 PM
::sniff:: I said he cavorts with no shorts. YOU need to brush up on your BorkBorkBork and spend less time pissing off Pentacostals.
Posted by: tree hugging sister at July 5, 2006 05:18 PM
Hey, I saw "no shorts" and "fishy." I'm thinking something else, entirely. That was NOT what I was thinking! Heheheh...
And I still think it's funny that I'm getting screamed at about going to hell, when I'm going to a pub. Hell, pub.... complete opposites.
Posted by: That 1 Guy at July 5, 2006 05:31 PM
The Lord put the choice right there for ya...and ya flubbed it. We saw the whole thing.
Posted by: tree hugging sister at July 5, 2006 05:42 PM
Hell, pub.... complete opposites.
Not based on some of the pubs I've been in.
Posted by: Mr. Bingley at July 5, 2006 05:44 PM
And let's not even talk about my sunburn right now.
Posted by: Mr. Bingley at July 5, 2006 05:44 PM
Oopska burnski bunsa.
Posted by: tree hugging sister at July 5, 2006 05:46 PM