It's Got a Certain Tang to It
I'm reminded of a couple lines of dialog from the movie The Sandlot.
Phillips: Tomorrow. Noon, at our field. Be there, buffalo-butt breath.
Ham Porter: Count on it, pee-drinking crap-face!
Phillips: Tomorrow. Noon, at our field. Be there, buffalo-butt breath.
Ham Porter: Count on it, pee-drinking crap-face!
Labels: gross news, NASA, orlando, weirdness
2 Comments:
I have to go throw up now.
By Thinking In Vain, at November 12, 2008 at 10:12 AM
I'd want to know how he knows what "uriney" tastes like....
By BikerPuppy, at November 14, 2008 at 4:54 PM
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