Young Stephen walked over the rocks as his mother cried through the snot-filled pyjamas -- oh, the sadness of that macaroni.
Young Stephen walked over the rocks as his mother cried through the snot-filled pyjamas -- oh, the sadness of that macaroni.
Jesus wept.
gdfgdfgdfgdfg wrote:
Young Stephen walked over the rocks as his mother cried through the snot-filled pyjamas -- oh, the sadness of that macaroni.
Stephen walked in with his army clothes on. His mother was sitting at the table eating mac and cheese, still wearing her pajamas. "Mom.. I'm going to Iraq to protect my country." She looked a her son and tried to form a sentence. "Stephen. why. why!?" She started bawling her eys out. She stood up from the table and knocked her mac and cheese on his clothes. Stephen whispered for her to be quiet kissed his moms head, and headed out the door. The only thing between him and Iraq was the gravel driveway. Young Stephen walked over the rocks as his mother cried through the snot-filled pyjamas -- oh, the sadness of that macaroni.
dam dog wrote:
[quote]gdfgdfgdfgdfg wrote:
Young Stephen walked over the rocks as his mother cried through the snot-filled pyjamas -- oh, the sadness of that macaroni.
"Mom," said Stephen, "I've written this novel. It's about me and a cuckolded Jewish advertising agent wandering around town. Look at it!"
gdfgdfgdfgdfg wrote:
Young Stephen walked over the rocks as his mother cried through the snot-filled pyjamas -- oh, the sadness of that macaroni.
The cargo plane leaves in the morning, with you and six tons of ammo on board. Remember the secret code, without ever writing it down. It is YSWOTRAHMCTTSFPOTSOTM. Figure out a way to never forget it, as it is how your contacts will oonfirm your identity or kill your for failing to know it. This mission depends on you. Be ready.
Noodles come, noodles go, but you can never Mac a Roni
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