Last weekend was a classic. 

I got together with some college buddies for our annual spring golf tournament.  It started on Friday night when Red stood behind a guy at 7-Eleven buying a bottle of Pimp Juice and a box of condoms. 

“What the hell is Pimp Juice?” Red asked.

“Man, you’re old.  And White,” I replied.

Later, I took Chickie Poo to meet the boys and their wives.  They were intrigued by her youth.  I got drunk and passed out.

We played golf on Saturday, and told stories afterwards until 4 AM.  Actually only three of us made it to midnight, and there’s a good chance I was talking to myself after 1:30. 

I slept on the floor as a goodwill gesture to my guests.  They didn’t bother thanking me because they all knew the horrible truth.  No matter where they slept, the odds were pretty good it had been peed on.  It’s something we don’t talk about anymore.

Summer is right around the corner so I bought a bottle of diet pills.  The directions state that taking three tablets daily along with a sensible diet and exercise will help me lose weight. 

If I ate a sensible diet and exercised, I wouldn’t need a frickin’ pill.  WTF?

Entourage - The secret of their success.

Joke of the Day: The Koala Bear and the Lizard - Thanks, Chuck H.

Okay, I admit the Royals aren’t very good, but is this headline necessary?

Suprise visitor at this year’s White House Easter Egg Hunt - Thanks, Ken B.

Bruce Willis drunk at an NBA game (Warning: Contains profanity.)

Does anyone actually care about the NBA playoffs?

David Spade comments on a recent Hip Hop Summit on The Showbiz Show.

Chappelle’s Show - The Niggar Family (Warning: Contains profanity.) - Thanks, Sheila L.

Letters I’ve written, never meaning to send.

Benny

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