Just like in Africa...the Zulu Wars...
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...you fuckers got yer butts kicked again, right?
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Uh, Bobbio...I'd like to order a blowjob for 9:30 tonight.
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Sorry, Iggie...I'm booked all night.
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I see Bobbio was behind you...your fly is open
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Here, Tommy, your turn.
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Ooooo. Why do I waste my time with the fly??
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Chelsea SUX
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Dude!...I never noticed there was a cabin there before.
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Come sit on my lap...I mean vice versa
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This beer tastes so good, I just jizzed myself
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Kenny maintains all OSHA regulations...Beer on the top rung ONLY!
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Now where the Hell did I put my beer??
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Hey sailor - open for business here!
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You're not the boss of me...yet.
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Add a lit up "D" to that sign and we have a winner.
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Does the madness EVER end??
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All the beers Kenny needed for the job
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Kenny's about done. It should be safe to offer to help now, right?
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Best flying colors ever!!
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I'm ready for a beer!!
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Paul!!! Wait until you're in the bathroom to shit.
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Bwian's Bwoody Mawys
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Nosecheese looking at someone's dick
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Fifty freaking years and all I got was this stupid t-shirt
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YAYYY!!, he's looking at MY package!!
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Dammit, Nosecheese....I have a joojer too!!
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So...you're saying you have four 10s and four jacks???
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Ahhh...Bobbio was so good last night...I hope I didn't scare him away...
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Gary, hon...meat me behind...
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Man! I shoulda used deodorant today!!
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Going...numb....
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If I point my nose at you, it fucks up the focus...too big a target.
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When I do this it looks just like a cunt. Works like one too. Wanna try it?
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I, Rhaggina The Great, can sense someone telling me to fuck off.
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Six aces.
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Gotta get some air on these blisters or they'll never heal
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Too much redeye to use redeye reduction on.
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It's about time we got a rookie to work UNDER the table!
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Silly, Lodwig...it was ME!!
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Fuck the giants
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Has anyone noticed that when Bwian thinks gay thoughts his eyes turn red?
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Lookie Licky
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I predict, and I'll go out on a limb here, that my final putt on Saturday will fuck Brandt.
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Converging Bullshit hands. ALWAYS a fun moment.
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Hey Evan...look! Gay guys.
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If I keep drinking do you think I might actually like some of you?
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Go Dodgers
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Guck the fiants
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I wish I were here.
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So you see, Brandt, you have no way in Hell of winning this fuckin' tourney.
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So you know you rookies have to do anything we say? Right? Say ahhh...
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Eat me giants
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Blow me giants
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...unless it gets posted on the website
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Enough of this fucking shirt already
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It's tough being a rookie. Why does everyone ignore me?
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Steely focus from one gearing up to win big on Saturday.
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Wine? Check. Jack? Check. Cheetos? Check. Hey Evan...dinner's ready!!
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Wait! You forgot tequila.?
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What is this stragnge elixer called "coffee" of which you speak??
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Siamese fags...connected at the head.?
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Try working with this set up, Iron Chef!
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Vodka or Vodka for breakfast?
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Why not both??
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Bobbio playing with his meat.
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Wittle cwabby wants a kissy! Damn, I'm such a fag.
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Wanna smell my finger?
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It's the lime green socks of the Limey wot sucks.
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The anchor duo. You wouldn't believe how dead their weight was.
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Lookie Lay
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Brandt still has a shot at it!
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No he don't.
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The Field foursome...you missed the guy that played through.
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How far over par is the Field group? The suspense is killing us.
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The guy in the hat, officer. He's the one that molested me.
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Kirk...what is this smooth patch of green grass?
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10 minute Gardiser set up time...captured!
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Dude, we've all been peeing right there
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Alms for the stupid...alms for the stupid...
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Ever poke a hole in the bottom of your beer can?
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Occupy Crabbage Snatch
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I gotta shit next. You can fight me if'n ya want but I'm gonna poke a brownie in that bowl...
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You're only as blurry as you feel
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blurry as you feel
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Cumbaya...
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Let's make sure Benner doesn't get too close to the fire.
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Which is glowing more... the fire or socks?
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Is it my turn for Bobbio now?
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Paul leting gravity do its magic
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I LOVE white stuff in my mouth
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"Chnnubeebbwnny"
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The waiting room for "A Moment With Bobbio"
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Ahh...marshmallows and IPA...
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Shit, Chandler...have you EVER played that thing before???
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Not for another year...shit.
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Twenty-five and counting
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