Showing posts with label Cornhole. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cornhole. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
In God's Country
This is why I miss living in the midwest sometimes. We never get this commercial in Brooklyn.
And yes, those are concerned farm animals talking about their owners' pathetic love lives. You know you're screwed when the cattle are giving you shit for not scoring.
If your interest was piqued by talking animals, check this one out:
No doubt I'm Crazy Carl. I think the lady might be Sally Spa. Which fast-paced, two-faced, game-playing, city slicker are you?
Discovered these while watching the Reds on Extra Innings this week. Can we trade bullpens with somebody?
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