Originally Posted by KJ6BSO
In my tribe, that reads: 5 pounds of high fructose corn syrup. It's known as the "death card."
In my tribe, that reads: 5 pounds of high fructose corn syrup. It's known as the "death card."
Your tribe is evil. Your gods are inferior. My tribe will make war and enslave your tribe. Hopefully, my tribal warriors will fare better than the Padres this season.
All the world’s a stage, but obviously the play is unrehearsed and everybody is ad-libbing his lines. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to tell if we’re living in a tragedy or a farce.
My tribe hugs trees, has free sex and wonders what a "Padre" is.
You will lose, evil warrior.
We have cookies, too.
Free sex and cookies?!
Can I join your tribe? I wish I wondered what a "Padre" is too
All the world’s a stage, but obviously the play is unrehearsed and everybody is ad-libbing his lines. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to tell if we’re living in a tragedy or a farce.
But first you must wear the traditional tribal loin cloth. HAHA! We can see your junk!
Don't worry. Everyone's junk is hanging out.
Well, now. I always thought a Padre was the Shaman, ya know?
My tribe likes to think that there's more to life than spinning dollars. Sadly, we've been unable to prove this thesis because well, that's all everybody thinks about.
The cookies ARE good, though.
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