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Join Date: Oct 2004
Location: San Antonio, TX
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Dec 9th, 2008, 10:30 PM
Some friends and I were drinking some brews one night when a friend told a funny story about a Captain we worked with. I don't remember the joke specifically, just that it made me laugh harder than I had ever laughed before. I was laughing so hard that tears were rolling down my face and my legs were kicking wildly. My laughs were more like shrieks as I clutched my stomach. This went on for about 2 straight minutes until my wildly flailing legs kicked a huge bowl of ranch dip off the coffee table and onto the carpet. Even while cleaning the mess up, I continued to laugh in spurts while everyone just stared at me.
I don't know how to explain it, it was like I was possessed by some shitty comedian or something.
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...and so Hurley said: "Get your money, man. Don't be no couch potato hustla."
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