Sign me up for that mailing list. I’m not saying that I’d ever stray, but if the future Mrs. Birdman was ever wanting to give me a threesome to soften the blow of turning forty, this would make for a pretty sweet birthday present.
Have you ever noticed that you don’t see your boss all day, but the minute you take a dump on the hood of his car, he walks around the corner and busts your ass?
What ever happened to Frankie on his trip to Hollywood? I hope he made it okay.
Remember florescent clothing? When’s that shit coming back into fashion?