Possible Names For The All-Gay Soup Kitchen
Chicken and Stars and Dudes
Homato
Lipton Cup o' Man
Mmm Mmm Guys
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."
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Homato
Lipton Cup o' Man
Mmm Mmm Guys
5 Comments:
No I didn't.
By 
Dan Carlson, at
8:46 AM, August 17, 2005
You got no proof, counselor. I live my life clean as my mother's kitchen floor.
By Dan Carlson, at
10:22 AM, August 17, 2005
Oh dear. Speaking as your mother, I have to say I hope you live cleaner than my kitchen floor, because it is pretty nasty at the moment.
By 
, at
5:40 AM, August 22, 2005
I can't believe you didn't think of "MENistrone."
Or "Cream of Cheddar (Now With Leather Chaps)."
C'mon, dude -- those were gimmes!
By Steve, at
1:45 PM, August 23, 2005
I bow to you, Steve. Great stuff.
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