Nick Against the World (603 Viewers)
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You are Danny D. from Syriana. And D stands for NIGGER-LOVER! Watch it.
It's gotta beat the Wretch of Chicago.
Señor Canardo, order me up a giant crab dinner!
Now why wasn't the Olive Garden invited?!
Maybe they're waiting for a special invitation to the Bowel Evacuation of Chicago
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Señor Canardo, order me up a giant crab dinner!
Now why wasn't the Olive Garden invited?!
Maybe they're waiting for a special invitation to the Bowel Evacuation of Chicago
pars cove! ate there once; those fuckers at the taste deserve it. On a sadder note the owner had lost both his wife and daughter to the bam earthquake some years ago and now his business has gone down the "drain".
You remind me of my friend George. One night, this married chick sneezed in a restaurant, George said "blees you", and the ladies husband started to bow up on him. The next day George met up with the lady and they ended up shagging.
Well, our friend Elaine kinda spilled the beans to husband, and he ended up stapling George's ass to his face. Whatever that means.
Well, our friend Elaine kinda spilled the beans to husband, and he ended up stapling George's ass to his face. Whatever that means.
As they say in Maryland, going' down Ocean, ay?
Just avoid the greased up guys in Speedos on Dewey Beach who offer to change your tires and come with sqwonking porn music to do it.
Wasn't that the plot of Stripes 2: Weekend at Oscar Romero's?
Actually, I was housemates in Berkeley with a grad student who was doing his PhD on revolutions. You couldn't walk past a People's Park demonstration without him joining in with a notebook (and the next thing I remember I am diving over wooden gates between houses as rubber bullets go whizzing by down the street.)
But El Salvador -- that was a complete cluster-fuck in the 80s.
Actually, speaking of movies, have you seen one of Oliver Stone's earliest, Salvador?
Just avoid the greased up guys in Speedos on Dewey Beach who offer to change your tires and come with sqwonking porn music to do it.
They needed me, so I went
I was a student of Latin American Revolutions in university, so I didn't want to miss out on the experience. It was a great decision . . . followed by a seriously bad decision to visit El Salvador before returning to the USA. Very bad.
I was a student of Latin American Revolutions in university, so I didn't want to miss out on the experience. It was a great decision . . . followed by a seriously bad decision to visit El Salvador before returning to the USA. Very bad.
Actually, I was housemates in Berkeley with a grad student who was doing his PhD on revolutions. You couldn't walk past a People's Park demonstration without him joining in with a notebook (and the next thing I remember I am diving over wooden gates between houses as rubber bullets go whizzing by down the street.)
But El Salvador -- that was a complete cluster-fuck in the 80s.
Actually, speaking of movies, have you seen one of Oliver Stone's earliest, Salvador?
