The Man Gets Down on Phos
posted by The Phosgene Kid @ 6:09 PM
22 comments
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Tuesday, March 03, 2009
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- Name: The Phosgene Kid
- Location: El Mirage, Arizona, United States
Now if that isn't a boot to the nuts, I don't know what is...
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22 Comments:
Phos....how many times have we suggested you take the mask off when you're driving downtown?
(none? oh, well, then....take your mask off when you're going downtown)
What do we have here?
Proving once again that driving under the influence of one of Jins cakes is not a good idea.
now you know you should not take pictures while driving. so what did they get you for?
Always trying to bring us down!
Well. Gonna spill? or do we have to sick poor sick dogs on ya?
G3T Films is right! 'Course, if you'd have had my cupcakes in the car with you you might have got off without a ticket. ;-)
i've
always
thought it
was just a matter of time
but hey, you're young and can do ten on your head, buddy
/t.
Set the world's land speed record on Luke Air Force Base and the officer is about to give me my trophy...
Good photo though. ♡
Technically I wasn't driving when I snapped the picture...
Technically?
means
he was
careening,
but not driving :)
/t.
(actually, it's kind'a scary to hear you snapped.....
er, the picture, that is.
ROFLOL @ /t!!!!
Mrs. Phos says I am a maniacal 'toon Driver...
Dang! You needed Roger's car!
At least it drives itself, eh?
I used to get all kinds of awards and trophies for my driving too...what are the damages?
P.S. You're known to wield a spatula from time to time, Phos - won't you come play Dim Sum Sunday???
Hey Phossy dear, in your cooking segment below I asked you what Poblanos and Rellenos are??
Can you give me a clue?
And ever since I read it I've had a craving for Chili con Carne. ♡
C'mon, yoooooo! Why'z da man alwayz pickin' on uh bruddah?
So, this isn't the worse news I've heard recently. Like poor ol' Bill who used to work at the pickle factory.
He had been employed there for a number of years when he came home one day
to confess to his wife that he had a terrible compulsion;
He had an urge to stick his penis into the pickle slicer.
His wife suggested that he should see a sex therapist to talk about it, but
Bill said he would be too embarrassed. He vowed to overcome the compulsion
on his own.
One day a few weeks later, Bill came home and his wife could see at once that something was seriously wrong.
'What's wrong, Bill?' she asked.
'Do you remember that I told you how I had this tremendous urge to put my penis into the pickle slicer?'
'Oh, Bill, you didn't' she exclaimed.
'Yes, I did.' he replied.
'My God, Bill, what happened?'
'I got fired.'
'No, Bill. I mean, what happened with the pickle slicer?'
'Oh...she got fired too.'
Uh oh!
xx
pinks
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