If I had to pick my favorite type of clown, it would be Homey D. Clown but a close second would be hobo clowns. It’s like they are happy but sad at the same time. It intrigues me.
I don’t know much, but I do know that when you’ve got dookie rolling down your leg and into your shoe, there isn’t anything you could be in line to purchase that is more important then getting that taken care of. Gross bro.
If those clothes could actually reach an artery I’d assume it would cut off circulation. But instead we just get some flab that looks like someone squeezed the middle of a Go-Gurt.
We’ve got a couple of 13 year old boys going through puberty over here ready to hump the corner of the couch when their mom isn’t looking. Piece of advice here gentlemen, nobody has ever gotten laid because of a t-shirt convincing a woman they should sleep with you.