He asks … I answer.
You are preparing to go tubing down the nearest river.
You are attempting to blame your flatulence on someone else.
You are saying: “Onward! To the buffet!”
You are accusing an official of looking at your tits.
You are wondering how long it would take you to kill, gut and eat an assistant coach.
You are realizing what it must be like to hug yourself.
You are challenging him to an a-hole-off.
You are wondering why you have never eaten your lips before.
Your are again preparing to go tubing down the nearest rivers. YOU REALLY LOVE TUBING!
(You are desperately reaching for fat jokes about Bill Parcells.)
you are hoping your turtleneck is enough to attract the no doubt homeless woman you are giving that “come hither” look to?
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