Because that's what you're supposed to do on July 13.
And I haven't read about anyone punching Tucker Carlson in the gob yet. Get to it, people.
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21 comments:
That. Would soil my mitt.
And I worship you every day.
Happy July 13th, Landru. And many more.
I can't punch Tucker in the gob because that would involve actually touching him, of which the very thought creeps me out.
So, today's, like, special or something? Well, happy July 13, or whatever.
And of course I worship you. Sheesh. As if you had to ask.
Happy 50th, big boy. You wear it well.
You'll be getting your Duran Duran box set this weekend!
Boy, you people are gullible. I mean, *I* do anything he tells me to, but I thought you all retained some free will.
At least we're not apathetic, b/c apathy, you know, is a....
I think it was already established that none of us punched Tucker Carlson in the gob, so there goes your theory Ilse...
Happy Birthday!
I've decided to just spit on Tucker's image, hope that's good enough.
Aim for his gob...
Happy Birthday!
And, where's the gob?
I believe your gob is your mouth, because Willie Wonka invented the Gobstopper to shut up annoying little children, and I trust Roald Dahl.
Happy birthday. You'll find your present in the liquor cabinet.
I punched Carson Daly instead, I hope that will do.
Happy birthday!
moon
Gob is also etymologically related to the excellent adjective, "gobsmacked."
Happy Birthday.
I usually don't like to show my gob to the genreal public.
Happy Birthday!
Any leftover cake?
Thanks to all of you for your birthday wishes. Special shoutout action:
BDR: Thank you. You'll be getting your matched set of Real Madrid kit (numbers 5 and 23) at the very same time.
Moon: What a happy day. Thank you for showing up. And yes, Carson Daly will do just fine.
Carey: That's not what I heard.
Ok, I didn't get to finish that sentence.
I don't usually like to show my gob to the general public without first having a few drinks. Then? The gob just can't help but to expose itself.
16 minutes for a bite on Carey-bait? At 5 in the freakin' morning your time? Damn, girl. It's good to be loved.
Happy Birthday!!!!
*worship worship worship*
Yeah, so I'm late. What else is new?
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