I used to ring the local pub and ask them to ask if Mike Hunt was at the bar!
some of my favorite books:
Trail In The Sand by Peter Dragon
Rusty Bedsprings by I.P. Nightly
In college, each dorm had a telephone number that was merely 6 numbers. I was the unlucky bastard that was assigned 38-2537. You young folks that never had to remember telephone numbers might not know this, but to remember a number, sometimes we used the alphabetical letter for the numbers... I would get calls late at night by other drunk college students... "Hey FUCKER." And, when I would give out my number to girls, I'd have to say, "Yeh, you can reach me at FUCKER." I only had the number for a year, but to this day, that number is etched into by brain.
Phillistine!Man, these are some of the worst jokes I've ever had the misfortune to read!
not after what he's done to pasta!Do you have chef boyardee in a can?
Let him out he can breathe in there!