Let’s talk about the finer things in life.
So, as I was asking the profound question of “What would you do blah blah Ghost Hunter?”, I had another question. What would you do if your significant other wanted to be a Professional Clown. But there’s respectable clown positions out there (Cirque Du Solei, Ringling Bros.)
The question died.
U N T I L
I bumped into IT. Yes. IT. The lovable alien clown who ate children and played in sewers. And here is where another question was born.
Why would you think it would be okay to go play with a clown in the sewer?! I don’t give a hoot if he got Coronas, Popeye’s chicken and Malk Walhberg tied to a Therapedic bed wearing sexy boxers and exciting cologne.
I. Ain’t. Going.
This is why we look at white people wrong. I bet you if it was a colored person we would have been out and the movie would have lasted for 30 minutes. White people like to investigate. Play detective.
Me? I’m out. I smell funky danger from miles away and I don’t try to be Sherlock Holmes. I light my ass on fire and I am GHOST.
Oh. And don’t count on me to save ya ass. Cause’ I ain’t. I am NOT a hero nor do I intend to be one. I am a hero on PS3 and that’s it. I’ll be that bitch that if I see something out the ordinary I WILL leave you. Let that shit eat you so I can have a chance at life.
So, if it smells like funky danger kids, RUN. And push Timmy and Veronica down along the way.
No, Ladies. this is N O T the way to question your man. His dick might smell like mothballs, dog piss and liquor because he was sweating. DUH! I know when ya sweat ya don’t smell like roses and baby powder so cut it out. Keep it cute!
Never not be old
Skittles Commercials are the Business!
They crack me up everytime.
They should put all their commercials together and make a DVD.
I would totally buy it.
This is HILARIOUS.
No, seriously. I bust out laughing like Mandark (from Dexter’s Laboratory) and go into Steve Urkel mode.
It’s their faces. It’s their hair. It’s their tasty little stomachs. I don’t know but its comedic genius.