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space captain wrote on Sep 7, 2012, 19:31:
where is that fucknut anyway, its still playtime up in this bitch
space captain wrote on Sep 7, 2012, 19:31:Agent.X7 wrote on Sep 7, 2012, 16:45:1badmf wrote on Sep 7, 2012, 16:02:
i hate great danes. my friend's dad is a rich doctor and has a herd of them roaming his giant property and they swarm (like sharks) anybody that has the gall enough to stop by and visit. giant bastards nipped me, the doc's son my friend, and another friend at some point or another. when scurrying between car and house we have to be escorted by the doc and he has to beat them off with a broom. like a school of sardines, if any of us stray too far from the group they'll get isolated and overwhelmed. they trot around the place eyeing you with a look that says, "yeah I might snack on you at some point..."
Guess you're not as bad as your moniker would imply then, huh?
hes a graduate of the stanley manly school of badassery
where is that fucknut anyway, its still playtime up in this bitch
Agent.X7 wrote on Sep 7, 2012, 16:45:1badmf wrote on Sep 7, 2012, 16:02:
i hate great danes. my friend's dad is a rich doctor and has a herd of them roaming his giant property and they swarm (like sharks) anybody that has the gall enough to stop by and visit. giant bastards nipped me, the doc's son my friend, and another friend at some point or another. when scurrying between car and house we have to be escorted by the doc and he has to beat them off with a broom. like a school of sardines, if any of us stray too far from the group they'll get isolated and overwhelmed. they trot around the place eyeing you with a look that says, "yeah I might snack on you at some point..."
Guess you're not as bad as your moniker would imply then, huh?
1badmf wrote on Sep 7, 2012, 16:02:
i hate great danes. my friend's dad is a rich doctor and has a herd of them roaming his giant property and they swarm (like sharks) anybody that has the gall enough to stop by and visit. giant bastards nipped me, the doc's son my friend, and another friend at some point or another. when scurrying between car and house we have to be escorted by the doc and he has to beat them off with a broom. like a school of sardines, if any of us stray too far from the group they'll get isolated and overwhelmed. they trot around the place eyeing you with a look that says, "yeah I might snack on you at some point..."