yin: “Tell me: what could be better than curling up on the couch with a glass of red wine and a really good book?”
yang: “Well, for starters, not having to hear you yammer on about it. Anything else…?”
yin: “Tell me: what could be better than curling up on the couch with a glass of red wine and a really good book?”
yang: “Well, for starters, not having to hear you yammer on about it. Anything else…?”
yang: “Well, for starters, curling up on a bar stool in front of 120” Projecta-Beam TV with about 50 of my best buddies around me, showing non-stop ballgames and the Swedish Bikini Team serving Guinness Stout on tap all round….. Free.
Oh… and Wings.. Gotta have Hotwings…
Yang is the new black.
“Swedish Bikini Team”
HAR!
Oh, dear.
“HAR!”?
Nice one, Ultra.
SAR!
… casm.
Bill, AB is only trying to add value to the overall entertainment experience, and to help grow the audience. He’s a traffic builder.
Seriously, UL. I can’t get enough of your insightful, biting humor.
yang: “I want soap that smells like fucking soap. Okay?”
Seriously, UL. I can’t get enough of your insightful, biting humor.
Me neither! Keep on keepin’ on, my beautiful harbinger of … evil.
Be careful though, UL. You know what this relationship is starting to sound like. . .
“Now, Benson, I shall have to turn you into a dog for a while.”
Hey, Jeff. I liked the soap thing.
oh in my house it would be
yang: i just want some soap! what’s with this shower gel crap?
My son keeps bringing home pine tar soap, which STINKS. I guess if unscented is manly, then stinky is supermanly.