I had a black bean burrito last night and when I pinched my morning loaf there was a full black bean on the top of the pile this morning.
I thought to myself I would like to contribute to the suffering and starvation in this world and pull the black bean off the pile and send it to those suffering in Syria. I bet that black bean could feed a family of 20.
This would be my small way to let the world know I care.
tits.
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Eat some corn also, starving kids love corn.
Titus probably thinks this is funny.
Whoever photoshopped that has an aisle seat on the bus to hell.
Titus should have picked out that bean & masticated it and then swallowed it.
Recycling
Careful. I've heard you can go blind masticating.
Careful. I've heard you can go blind masticating.
Put them on a plate, Windbag. They'll taste better.
Ew, boys are so into potty talk.
Men are scatalogical..my daughter is an exception.
I wouldn't masturbate a black bean.
That is wrong.
I believe I would be an amazing UN Ambassador, along with Angie.
Because of my passion and compassion for those less fortunate and less white than me.
I would go to war torn, poverty stricken countries and teach them about being fabulous, the perks of having incredible guns, and the proper back/crack/sack waxing techniques.
I would make an impact on everyone of their lousy lives.
tits.
I would do the guy, Ravi, that supposedly made Tyler Clementi jump of the GW Bridge.
tus said...
I would do the guy, Ravi, that supposedly made Tyler Clementi jump of the GW Bridge.
Bully for you then.
Well, Troop, to violently change the subject (not that there's anything wrong with Titus' deep thoughts), I've always wondered why you're so upset with hipster doofus yuppie scum, etc., types.
I hang around Cambridge, and we get quite a few of those, as you might expect. In general, though, the population is an interesting mix of studenty types (in a range from scruffy to nerdy to prom queen and square-jawed distance runner), international types, various professionals, honest local working people, and the usual collection of kooks and street people you'd expect in such a place. Often fascinating people, and very few bother me.
But, I've just had an education with this little article about the newcomers to your end of the world.
I'm pleased you've given up rage for Lent. Having read the article, I commend your philosophy for not having committed several axe murders already.
Quote from the above (in the N.Y. Observer):
The latest grievance of these young adults who have moved to the Bergen/Carroll stop is that D’Amico Coffee– a general store that’s been around since 1948 and has been brewing its coffee on premises since its inception–smells bad. Bad like coffee.
You really ought to move to Cambridge. There's a remarkable lack of uptight hipster yuppie scum, even though you might have to put up with swarms of Harvard students and Chinese tourists. Both these groups know they're moving on, and generally behave like guests. And what kind of guest would ever complain about the smell of coffee in the morning?
Tits...
You got an unmarried or unattached sister?
I like your gene pool.
I added the link about newcomers screwing up Carol Gardens.
Carroll Gardens. My bad.
Bad like coffee.
Awesome.
This is what we get for banning smoking.
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