Meow.

...™

Must be. The two guys next to him look like they are expecting a crotch punch.

Dude, it may look like I am holding the hambag in that pic, but for the last time, I am not a guy.

Then I totally understand why you are blocking the south entrance while standing next to him.

That would imply that I have standards.
I can't lie to you.
Even over the Innerneds.
You wouldn't believe how much it itches
when you stop shaving and grow your pubes out.

All you need to keep your nails from breaking and the tub from backing up:

No way, man.
I'm'onna let 'em get as long as the tassels of the August corn.
Let 'em flap in the breeze like a Labrador's ear.
I have a feeling, though,
when Louchie gets back,
he's gonna be real pissed off about how I've been using the cheese grater.

Mebbe, unless the implements was doing what it was designed for. Kick up his salad a crotch, er, notch.

Similar pictures were turned into state and local police departments throughout the past two weeks up-and-down the eastern seaboard...

I don't wear
goggles.