He said "What ho old chally-chapperston, there appears to be a wing-ed insect of some description attempting to make a jolly of a landing in my old mouth-a-roonie. Be a good chap and let's make haste to leave this general vicinity of country description, my eyesight is giving me a pickle of a spot of bother to boot! Wotwotwot?"
This is my current go-to clip for a good laugh. "Let's get the fuck out this country muthafucka"!
One time as a kid I was zooming along on my bicycle, carrying a giant-size bag of Skittles home from the variety store. A wasp hit the bridge of my nose, breaking in two halves, which both went up my nose and lodged in my throat. I choked and sputtered and wiped out, sending my giant size bag of delicious Skittles skittering everywhere. For a moment I was actually sort of Skittle surfing down the sidewalk on my back. Some older kids were laughing from inside their red piece of shit Chevelle.
Great title, btw. I love how, in crisis, we all revert back to our roots; no matter how "learned" or adapted we become. And I can't tell you how many times that has happened to me on my motorcycle, as anyone fellow riders will tell you.
I do believe that I must hereby declare this to be my new favorite comment ever: >> ^dannym3141: Don't worry everybody, i speak jive.
He said "What ho old chally-chapperston, there appears to be a wing-ed insect of some description attempting to make a jolly of a landing in my old mouth-a-roonie. Be a good chap and let's make haste to leave this general vicinity of country description, my eyesight is giving me a pickle of a spot of bother to boot! Wotwotwot?"
He said "What ho old chally-chapperston, there appears to be a wing-ed insect of some description attempting to make a jolly of a landing in my old mouth-a-roonie. Be a good chap and let's make haste to leave this general vicinity of country description, my eyesight is giving me a pickle of a spot of bother to boot! Wotwotwot?"
-Airplane
Best first post ever, LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
One time as a kid I was zooming along on my bicycle, carrying a giant-size bag of Skittles home from the variety store. A wasp hit the bridge of my nose, breaking in two halves, which both went up my nose and lodged in my throat. I choked and sputtered and wiped out, sending my giant size bag of delicious Skittles skittering everywhere. For a moment I was actually sort of Skittle surfing down the sidewalk on my back. Some older kids were laughing from inside their red piece of shit Chevelle.
Upvote because of that part of the video.
>> ^dannym3141:
Don't worry everybody, i speak jive.
He said "What ho old chally-chapperston, there appears to be a wing-ed insect of some description attempting to make a jolly of a landing in my old mouth-a-roonie. Be a good chap and let's make haste to leave this general vicinity of country description, my eyesight is giving me a pickle of a spot of bother to boot! Wotwotwot?"