Open Thread/Open Blog For Later

Just a head's up, I'll be off the internet tonight. If anyone wants to do a little open-blogging past 5, it would be swell.

Dude, I'll totally trade you my Hawkmaster Bey Blade
for that sweet-ass chicken and broccoli Hot Pocket

DOCTOR: I'm afraid I have some bad news for you, Mr. Stuef. Your blood tests actually show you're 37% retarded yourself.

JACK STUEF: I'd like a second opinion.

DOCTOR: You're heavy around the neck and jowls.

Picture of Jack Stuef found at Hillbuzz, who aren't fans.

Or How About This One? The old "second opinion" joke is a classic for a reason. You can almost do no wrong with it.

DOCTOR: I'm afraid I have some bad news for you, Mr. Stuef. Your blood tests actually show you're 37% retarded yourself.

JACK STUEF: I'd like a second opinion.

DOCTOR: Face: 3, Tits: 8.

Bonus: More Pics! What up?

I'm titling this one "Candid Neckfat."

Now that I get a look at this kid, I'm sort of willing to give him a pass. This kinda fat, ugly, chumpy loser... life's hard on the soft.

Another pic under the fold.

I call this one "Desperate Cry for Help, with Neckfat." This is a prime example of a an emotional depressive disorder that psychiatrists call "Suicidal Thoughts and Morbid Dementia Masked By Advanced Zany Affect" complex.

Thanks to AA for those.

posted by Ace at 03:47 PM

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