Whatever

I had mine look like that once, stood up and set it back in place and continued the museum tour. (I was the tour guide).

 

If I remember correctly, it's from Spy.

 

That's the way to do it.

 

The French doors to the kitchen were lean mean fighting machines.

 

OUCH!!

 

One time I was driving by some soccer fields. Glanced at the fields. Saw someone kick a ball it hit the post and hit someone els in the face. I had to pull over because I was laughing so hard.

 

Same but mine was from a knee

 

Ween knee?

 

I was a Goalie in Soccer when I was young and a kid kicked my Head instead of the ball.

 

One of my good friends growing up played. We where probably in middle school at the time this happened. But he was kicking the ball into a net at his house. He ended up hitting his little brother in the arm and braking his arm with the ball. Another time he broke a window on the house.

 

How come when you put on a shirt it's just a shirt but when you put on pants it's a pair of pants? You would never say, "hon, could you hand me my pair of shirts". Or, "sweetheart, please hand me my pant".
This shit keeps me up at night.

 

And pair of underwear. Wtf?

 

Painful history too.

 

Who calls me that?

 

Yeah... not that bad homie. Lol

 

Not I, my friend.