Inside Jokes From My Office, 12.10.04
Remember how Allen couldn't stop blowing his nose?
Chocolate in P.E. land!
...that emphysemic cough...
What's with the magician?
Joyce was all, "Whaaaat?"
Slowly Going Bald
"Look, we're gonna spend half the night driving around the Hills looking for this one party, and you're gonna say it sucks, and we're all gonna leave and we're gonna go look for this other party. But all the parties and all the bars, they all suck. I spend half the night talking to some girl who's looking around the room to see if there's someone who's more important she should be talking to, and it's like I'm supposed to be all happy 'cause she's wearing a backpack."
Friday, December 10, 2004
Chocolate in P.E. land!
...that emphysemic cough...
What's with the magician?
Joyce was all, "Whaaaat?"
1 Comments:
I thought inside jokes were supposed to be funny. All the ones I know are. Your jokes suck
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Master Baron Von Tuckenstein the First Esquire, at
4:42 PM, December 10, 2004
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