Good shit, Maynard.
I received these from my 79 year old, doctorate holding, silver haired, university professor of a father this morning. Yes, I got my sense of humor from him. In spades. My poor mom...she tried.
The gulf disaster sucks saggy, German, dollar chasing ass, but we can still have a laugh. Just ask Darth Wader.
What do you think?
|Lelu Dallas called. She wants her bathing suit back before you get pecker tracks and Crisco ALL OVER IT!|
|Trip to Hedonism, $1,000...|
Size XXXXXXL Bikini from the Wal-Marts: $40
Look on Josh's face when he realizes NONE of the women look like they do in the brochure: Priceless.
|Hell, Yeah!!! That mullet is BAD ASS!!! Dwayne, you're grounded!|
|Dickie do, dickie do, dickie do...|
|Ah, yes, small children...the perfect beach snack. They come with their own handle. Convenient and flavorful.|
|Thought that looked like Lake Michigan....|
|German. So fucking German. Got the Brat, now all they need are beer steins and swastika armbands.|
|I would kill your grandmother to have 1/100th of this hottie's self -confidence. Awesome.|
|Chewie, is that you?|
P.S. How wrong is it that I REALLY want to grope those moobs?
|Dude, seriously...they're melting...like ice cream cones...no shit, it's that fucking hot out here!|
|Why the hell not?|