Oh, shit. You keep your crisps in the freezer? I mean ... wow ... what the hell is that about!? I'm sorry, Tim. I can't be your friend any more.
Tuesday 19 May 2009
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2 comments:
You think keeping your crisps in the fridge is shit?
Try keeping a pair of tights in the freezer. That's how my mother rolls. Ulgh! Brrrrrrrr!
Licker of balls, man.
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