Man, what is it about Friday's that always make me feel like there should be a party or some kind of explosions or something? Not explosions that would hurt anybody, just big pretty ones that destroy things that I don't like. Someone once told me that boredom often leads to great ideas. That person has never spent four hours in their room alone with nothing but a tiny little nugget of weed that they don't wanna smoke because then they'd have none. Oh well, at least I have people online I can bitch at and this picture that I found at fark.com I think Nub's been holding out on his sordid life. I didn't even know he played basketball...
Looks like you need to grow your head a little bit. Does'nt look big e'nuff to make your head fake juke jive and drive very effective.