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[xfire]

I know Rockstar is blazing hot on the Hip Hop and R&B charts right now, but damn, this shit funny...

 

[Supafly]

 

[Rane1071]

 

[Supafly]

 

[Supafly]

 

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[Supafly]

 

[Rane1071]

:stir:

 

[xfire]

Tip o' the hat to our British neighbors on Super Bowl Sunday.

 

[Supafly]

This is me getting ready to being switched in for Stephen Miller

 

[Rane1071]

This is me getting ready to being switched in for Stephen Miller

>snip<

Or Elvis Costello. Gotta' get yourself a pimp hat though.

 

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[Supafly]

Fight for your rights in a marriage!!!

Man spotted in forest at -20C in just his underwear explains his wife hid his clothes to try and stop him hunting

A man wearing nothing but underpants, a necklace and a gun slung over his back was filmed racing through a snowy forest in -20c after his wife hid his clothes to try to stop him from hunting.

But despite having no clothes the man was so intent on chasing prey that he jumped on his snowmobile to search for wolves in the Ural mountains in Russia.


He could not even find socks before leaving home in freezing temperatures but wore sandals on his otherwise bare feet.

When another man spotted the bizarre sight, he took out his camera and filmed the man approach before he stopped him and asked why he was naked.

The man said that his wife had tried to stop him from leaving the house to hunt wolves by hiding his clothes so he had decided to go out naked.

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https://www.mirror.co.uk/news/weird-news/man-spotted-forest-20c-just-12038120

 

[~~whimsy~~]

Fight for your rights in a marriage!!!



https://www.mirror.co.uk/news/weird-news/man-spotted-forest-20c-just-12038120

This reminds me of George Jones when his one ex wife (Shirley) took every car keys and hid them. Well, let the man tell it in his own words:

Once, when I had been drunk for several days, Shirley decided she would make it physically impossible for me to buy liquor. I lived about eight miles from Beaumont and the nearest liquor store. She knew I wouldn't walk that far to get booze, so she hid the keys to every car we owned and left.

But she forgot about the lawn mower. I can vaguely remember my anger at not being able to find keys to anything that moved and looking longingly out a window at a light that shone over our property. There, gleaming in the glow, was that ten-horsepower rotary engine under a seat; a key glistening in the ignition.

I imagine the top speed for that old mower was five miles per hour. It might have taken an hour and a half or more for me to get to the liquor store, but get there I did.

 

[Rane1071]

This reminds me of George Jones when his one ex wife (Shirley) took every car keys and hid them. Well, let the man tell it in his own words:

But she forgot about the lawn mower. I can vaguely remember my anger at not being able to find keys to anything that moved and looking longingly out a window at a light that shone over our property. There, gleaming in the glow, was that ten-horsepower rotary engine under a seat; a key glistening in the ignition.

I imagine the top speed for that old mower was five miles per hour. It might have taken an hour and a half or more for me to get to the liquor store, but get there I did.

OMFG! :1orglaugh That's brilliant.
Where there's a will, there's a way.

Says I can't rep you, so I'll have to owe you one, Whims.

 

[Supafly]

Meanwhile, in a german shipyard...

 

[Elwood70]

This reminds me of George Jones when his one ex wife (Shirley) took every car keys and hid them. Well, let the man tell it in his own words:

Once, when I had been drunk for several days, Shirley decided she would make it physically impossible for me to buy liquor. I lived about eight miles from Beaumont and the nearest liquor store. She knew I wouldn't walk that far to get booze, so she hid the keys to every car we owned and left.

But she forgot about the lawn mower. I can vaguely remember my anger at not being able to find keys to anything that moved and looking longingly out a window at a light that shone over our property. There, gleaming in the glow, was that ten-horsepower rotary engine under a seat; a key glistening in the ignition.

I imagine the top speed for that old mower was five miles per hour. It might have taken an hour and a half or more for me to get to the liquor store, but get there I did.

I read that in Possum's voice. One of many reasons why George Jones is a Goddamn American Trasure.