Discussion in 'Community' started by Master_Jacen, Jan 5, 2013.
No, that haircut doesn't look weird at all!
If you keep making that face your face will stay like that.
youre a pretty princess
Relax, your hairline isn't receding, you're imagining things.
Nope, no innuendo there.
OH REALLY? I HAD NOT NOTICED.
Sorry guys, is January in the US like, Captain Obvious Awareness month? FFS.
i don't get it. why is that funny?
My parents told me that I was a chimpanzee from the zoo that they had taught to talk. They said they had fixed all the mirrors to reflect a little boy so I wouldn't catch on. You can't make this **** up.
my dad used to tell me that everything he owned he got from some celebrity. like he couldn't just have a pair of swim trunks, he had to have johnny weissmuller's swim trunks. or if he had a guitar pick it was always eric clapton's guitar pick. i don't know why he bothered, i had no idea who those people were anyway.
I think Eric Clapton was a backup guitarist once. Nobody of any real note.
i know who he is now, silly. this was when i was like five.
Did he ever tell you who the beer cans used to belong to?
pioneers, the donner party, chief joseph. people like that.
my muslim ex-girlfriend and i whiled away many an hour concocting elaborate plans to raise our hypothetical children as evangelical christians for as long as possible before shattering their worldviews and psyche by revealing their mom and dad are a practicing muslim and a catholic-born atheist, respectively
that window was probably commissioned by some priest as a clever way of stealth bragging about the mondo beej he cops from alter boys
How can you not know who Johnny Weissmuller is? That's like not knowing who Peter Serafinowicz is.
Rogue. I think Prenn was being ironic.
my comment re: "mondo beej" stands
"Your dog ran away."
yeah, my parents said that to me once and i was like "what dog?"
About five years ago, I was driving with my wife and (out of nowhere) reached the epiphany that when my mother told 7 year old me that, while dropping off my overly-energetic dog at the shelter, that there was a family waiting right there who owned a farm and took him to live there with lots of room to run around. That hag lied to me! She lied! And I had never noticed until decades later when I randomly thought about the mythical dog farms up north.
Yeah farms are a great place to invoke when telling your child their pet is an ass and needs to be put down.
Did you call up your mom and confront her about it?
I actually stopped over her house the next day and had a "mock" confrontation with her. It didn't actually bother me, as it was probably the right thing to do and the most comforting way she could muster to inform me of events. It was honestly so odd that nearly 30 years after the fact, I heard somebody on the radio talking about the 'dog farm' lie and came to such a realization. My poor dog...
He went peacefully.
My favorite: "Everything happens for a reason."
Seems to me that everything is arbitrary.