“They explained to me I was going to get all my money back, I was going to get an Xbox Kinect, and because I was keeping everybody’s attention, they were still going to give me a banana. They lied to me,” said Gribbohm.
Edit: Beaten soundly by Jay G.
Mister Gunn and the Pistol Packin’ Mamas – Caffeine:
Wife approved a personal allotment of the tax return. Airguns inbound 😀
One of the reeds in my beat-up concertina is twisted into a pretzel and that note now sounds like a truck horn with terminal throat cancer. Gremlins are the only suspects at this time. Listen to this fine lady, more talented than I, while I try to isolate and stop the offending reed:
Brown Bird – Danger and Dread:
Shilpa Ray and Her Happy Hookers – Erotolepsy: