It was a balmy 87° out, when Karen wanted to go shopping at some resale shops. I said nary a word because I was bored stiff. We climb into her Audi A4 and descend upon the cities resale establishments. Upon chance came Josephine's, a small store of little significant value. As we entered, the eye of my flaky friend was caught on a pair of red Santana heels. Mine eye was struck with a familiar face, slender yet full. My comrade sees the shirt and let's out a shriek, disclaiming her dislike of the garment I put it back.
After foraging in the litter until half twelve, we head for the til. We be behind a heathen of peach nectar stench, and I see that the wench is carrying the shirt with the face of EF, my compatriots love. As I see the unwashed miscreant leave with her purchase, it never crossed my mind that Barker would have wanted that Tee .
Oh well.
The fact that you just said that proves the predictable, smart ass nature of this board.
All of you try and impress each other with these funny pop culture comments, from someone who doesn't spend all their life online, it looks ridiculous.
F*** this I'm off, don't wanna waste my life on "addictive and funny" KMC.