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9 comments:
Yeah.
Weird "boy's best friend is his daddy" vibe going on there.
I think there was an X-Files episode about this. No. That was when the PTA was in a cult that was running the whole school and the daughter was in a weird--nevermind.
It's just weird. In a "posing for our portrait at the Lutheran Church" kind of way.
I have never understood why two, stong, attractive Men cannot touch one another without it "meaning something".
There is nothing to compare with Man Love.
It's not that it's two men touching. It's that they're posed like my grandparents for their 50th wedding anniversary portrait.
There's nothing wrong with man love. But when combined with penguins, well, I'm sure you've already caught a whiff of what's going around.
Emily-
Take with a grain of salt...in fact a box of salt, Karl's claim to be "grossed out".
This from a guy who slept in a bedroom that had sox, food encrusted plates and old milk glasses shoved under his bed for 2 years.
This from a guy who had the only known pack of trained killer fleas in the recorded annals of world history hungrily roaming his entire apartment.
This from a guy who lived in an apartment where the cat was grossed out by its own litter box.
Some enter a decor challenged apartment and say "Oh My, this is very, um, uh, well, unique!"
People enter Karl's apartment and begin dry heaving.
Yeah. I could smell the hypocrisy wafting at me with its ripe odor from a mile away--but thanks, Chuck. It's nice to know I've got pals around.
I still don't get how I grossed him out, so thanks for reassuring me that he is inevitably grosser than I am. The only thing I can abide being under my bed, is, well, that stash of cocaine I have yet to distribute in Miami.
You kids are hilarious. Cheers.
Yeah, that picture is fu...
Wait, did someone say 'cocaine'?
Pop...don't talk about the fleas. Have you seen that movie WILLARD? The one where the guy controls the rats? Kyle controls the fleas. They're watching. Waiting. Kyle is the Bacteria. You know what I'm talkin' bout' Kyle.
Hurricane? Nah.
How about a flood. An earthquake. A fire. A plague. An ice storm. Nuclear holocaust. Drought.
But not a Hurricane.
No...no...Hurricane makes sense. I mean, they're all named after girls.
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