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I don't know if there has ever been a time where I've said to myself... boy, I wish I had a device to keep one, and only one, beer cold.

barfo
 
I don't know if there has ever been a time where I've said to myself... boy, I wish I had a device to keep one, and only one, beer cold.

barfo
Wow, I've said to myself many times I wish I had a device to keep my beer cold. There's nothing more delicious than an ice cold beer. Okay, you're right, Cheetos come close.
 
I don't know if there has ever been a time where I've said to myself... boy, I wish I had a device to keep one, and only one, beer cold.

barfo

Good point!
 
On Monday night, I was in line to get into a bar and I have the distinct feeling of slightly warm coffee being poured on the back of my neck. I look up and see a fucking pigeon roosting above me. A fucking pigeon shit on me! I can't describe the vileness of this. I was dry heaving on the sidewalk. I went into the bar and bought a shirt and asked for a garbage bag. My buddy then had to lather and clean me in the bathroom. He was dry heaving the whole time. He then went into a stall and puked his guts out. I did wash my hands. I don't know why you want to know this, but I fucking hate pigeons.
 
On Monday night, I was in line to get into a bar and I have the distinct feeling of slightly warm coffee being poured on the back of my neck. I look up and see a fucking pigeon roosting above me. A fucking pigeon shit on me! I can't describe the vileness of this. I was dry heaving on the sidewalk. I went into the bar and bought a shirt and asked for a garbage bag. My buddy then had to lather and clean me in the bathroom. He was dry heaving the whole time. He then went into a stall and puked his guts out. I did wash my hands. I don't know why you want to know this, but I fucking hate pigeons.
Yu and your bud were dry heaving because of some bird that crap on ya?
Dry heav, dry heav, really dry heav
 
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On Monday night, I was in line to get into a bar and I have the distinct feeling of slightly warm coffee being poured on the back of my neck. I look up and see a fucking pigeon roosting above me. A fucking pigeon shit on me! I can't describe the vileness of this. I was dry heaving on the sidewalk. I went into the bar and bought a shirt and asked for a garbage bag. My buddy then had to lather and clean me in the bathroom. He was dry heaving the whole time. He then went into a stall and puked his guts out. I did wash my hands. I don't know why you want to know this, but I fucking hate pigeons.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, sorry but I just can't stop laughing, ha, ha, ha, ha.
 
I once had a rather effeminate roommate who complained when I fried some chicken. He said it made the apartment smell like fried chicken and his expensive clothes smelled like fried chicken. For the rest of the school year, which was about 4 or 5 months, I never again fried chicken which I love to eat (who doesn't).
When I was growing up everyone, and I do mean everyone, kept a two pound coffee can on their stove full of bacon grease. You could use it for all sorts of frying. I now look back on it with horror.
 
On Monday night, I was in line to get into a bar and I have the distinct feeling of slightly warm coffee being poured on the back of my neck. I look up and see a fucking pigeon roosting above me. A fucking pigeon shit on me! I can't describe the vileness of this. I was dry heaving on the sidewalk. I went into the bar and bought a shirt and asked for a garbage bag. My buddy then had to lather and clean me in the bathroom. He was dry heaving the whole time. He then went into a stall and puked his guts out. I did wash my hands. I don't know why you want to know this, but I fucking hate pigeons.
I couldn't stop laughing from "my buddy had to lather and clean me in the bathroom ..he was dry heaving the whole time!" Best bird shit story ever!
 
This still makes me laugh.

Roger Stone sent Randy Credico a email, which was later made public.

When asked about the email, Stone said that Credico had told him that he had terminal prostate cancer, and his email was in response to that.

Credico said that he does not have prostate cancer and did not tell Stone that he did.

The email was "Prepare to die, cocksucker"

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