When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, and he looks you crooked in the eye and he asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol' Chad Burton always says at a time like that: "Have ya paid your dues, Chad?" "Yessir, the check is in the mail."
When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, and he looks you crooked in the eye and he asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol' Chad Burton always says at a time like that: "Have ya paid your dues, Chad?" "Yessir, the check is in the mail."
Dissidentman is back
He had fun
Missed his witty jabs at chadwick and eyed and norm
It's hot outside
Summer grilling....I love it
"FF, I've heard the droning about the Sawx being the baby dolls. Yeah, I get it, you guys invented baseball and suffered forever. I get it." -JearlPam0925
Dissidentman is back
He had fun
Missed his witty jabs at chadwick and eyed and norm
It's hot outside
Summer grilling....I love it
What the? Dis has been taking witty jabs at me? Motherfucker! That's it!
Says Eyed to Mrs. Eyed: "Pack up the weasels, we're headin' east."
Here's an illustration of what that might look like.
"FF, I've heard the droning about the Sawx being the baby dolls. Yeah, I get it, you guys invented baseball and suffered forever. I get it." -JearlPam0925
Don't grab the Weasels just yet, give the guy a chance to apologize.
too late. He will awaken from a deep slumber in the near future with the cold, clammy hand of dread squeezing his chicken-heart, and then he will roll over only to come face to face with this...
Dis is fucked!
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Don't grab the Weasels just yet, give the guy a chance to apologize.
too late. He will awaken from a deep slumber in the near future with the cold, clammy hand of dread squeezing his chicken-heart, and then he will roll over only to come face to face with this...
Dis is fucked!
I don't think his hat is an adequate defense against those sharp little teeth. Meaning Eyed's, not the weasel's.
Don't grab the Weasels just yet, give the guy a chance to apologize.
too late. He will awaken from a deep slumber in the near future with the cold, clammy hand of dread squeezing his chicken-heart, and then he will roll over only to come face to face with this...
Dis is fucked!
I don't think his hat is an adequate defense against those sharp little teeth. Meaning Eyed's, not the weasel's.
It's lined with Kevlar and rebar, actually. Ya think I've never had to protect my head before? I live in NASCAR country and don't drink Bud.
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No. It is actually a weave.
When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, and he looks you crooked in the eye and he asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol' Chad Burton always says at a time like that: "Have ya paid your dues, Chad?" "Yessir, the check is in the mail."
That movie is the best...
endless great quotes.
what the?
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Thanks! Add another one to the Netflix queue...
He had fun
Missed his witty jabs at chadwick and eyed and norm
It's hot outside
Summer grilling....I love it
summer grilling.... i love it!!!!
is bullshit
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
See, missed a whole decade because of that cocaine habit of yours.
What the? Dis has been taking witty jabs at me? Motherfucker! That's it!
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Says Eyed to Mrs. Eyed: "Pack up the weasels, we're headin' east."
Here's an illustration of what that might look like.
too late. He will awaken from a deep slumber in the near future with the cold, clammy hand of dread squeezing his chicken-heart, and then he will roll over only to come face to face with this...
Dis is fucked!
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I don't think his hat is an adequate defense against those sharp little teeth. Meaning Eyed's, not the weasel's.
It's lined with Kevlar and rebar, actually. Ya think I've never had to protect my head before? I live in NASCAR country and don't drink Bud.