"John:Oh hey guys, another great dinner at olive garden!
John:I dont need a menu
waiter:did you hear about our new unlimited pasta bowl?
john: oh shit now i need a fucking menu.
sarah: omg john that was sooooooooooooo funny HAHAHHAHHA"
"first i would rape that girl he likes in front of him...tie up and drown in her the water...take a baseball bat and start beating the fuck out of his knee caps and ribs........then let krob finish him off" - willard
"I mean, take yesterday for example. We were out at the Olive Garden for
dinner, which was lovely. And uh, I happen to look over at a certain
point during the meal and see a waitress taking an order, and I found
myself wondering what color her underpants might be. Her panties. Uh,
odds are they are probably basic white, cotton, underpants. But I sort
of think well maybe they're silk panties, maybe it's a thong. Maybe
it's something really cool that I don't even know about. You know, and
uh, and I started feeling... what? what I thought we were in the trust
tree in the nest, were we not"
These commercials make me want to not eat there. I fucking hate them. I pay to watch TV not gay ass commercials. If they must show commercials, at least make them tolerable to the point of where I don't want to slit my wrists in the end. I do love their soup though.
"In the year 2000 the worlds food supply will run out, forcing humans to eat dirt. once the dirt supply has run out we will suck on rocks. after our supply of rocks is diminished, we will go to Olive Garden"
Ohhh man i haven't ate at Olive Garden in so long, that sounds so fucking good right now. Zuppe Tuscana and chicken alfredo is the shit.
The commercials make me want to drown puppies though.
"Ã¢ï¿½Â¦when a calendar comes to the end of a cycle, it just rolls over into the next cycle. In our Western society, every year 31 December is followed, not by the End of the World, but by 1 January. So 126.96.36.199.0 in the Mayan calendar will be followed by 0.0.0.0.1 - or good-ol' 22 December 2012, with only a few shopping days left to Christmas." - Excerpt from Dr Karl's "Great Moments in Science".
simple lil doo, you just gotta maker drunk and den make her sex - Lil_G