A yo-yo fashioned out of a human. A human on a string.
Billy Joe loves his person yo-yo, it even yelps when you release it!
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Only capaple of performace when you have an artificial neck.
I bent my artificial-neck backwards and we butthole-69ed til the blood rushed into my brain.
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Hilarious, fake-dubbed martial-arts parody. Includes a brief intermission, a man swinging a chain, repetitive zooming-effects and a woman with one breast.
What do you get when you cross an owl with a bungee cord? My ass! Heh heh heh. ENOUGH!
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Sorta like "yes ma'am" only spoken very fast.
<Mother> Shave your balls, that tea-bagging session we had last night nearly clogged my throat with hair like a shower drain.
<Daniel> Yessum.
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What I invented, along with the question mark.
I invented electricity! Ben Franklin is the devil!
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What you utter in an attempt to navigate yourself around Microsoft.com and Yahoo.com.
Dirt-clod solutions? Interview with The Pope? This web site sucks!
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A noun in which you and I are impending. The onslaught of doom will be swift and... painful. The whole universe will eventually implode on us all. We are all doomed. DOOMED. Doomed. Doomed. Doomed. Doomed. Doomed. Doomed. Doomed. Doomed. Doomed. Doomed. Doomed. Doomed. Doomed. Doomed. Doomed. Doomed. Doomed. Doomed. Doomed. Doomed. Go home now.
You smell that, Daniel? That's the smell of doom!
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