Originally Posted by
Gigabitch
We're having a big White Trash party over Memorial Day weekend. My next door neighbors have three cars in their yard, so we don't even have to decorate.
Every time I hear Nazareth come on the radio (hair of the dog) I imagine myself with a mullet, wearing stone washed jeans, and no shirt riding in a Trans Am with my girl dressed up in a tube top and spandex pants with high heels on....its ****in epic.
Of course we are on our way to buy formula, diapers, and beer.
Completely baffled by a backward indication
That an inspired word will come across your tongue
Hands moving upward to propel the situation
Have simply halted
And now the conversation's done
I am the EgGmAn