“We got a fox in the henhouse...I repeat, we have a fox in the henhouse.”
Out here living my best life and loving it.
Out here living my best life and loving it.
Photo is staged“We got a fox in the henhouse...I repeat, we have a fox in the henhouse.”
Out here living my best life and loving it.
Again this fucking guy is taking gulps of Diet Pepsi from a paper cup when there are plenty of straws and lids nearby.“We got a fox in the henhouse...I repeat, we have a fox in the henhouse.”
Out here living my best life and loving it.
Real men don't suck, gayboyAgain this fucking guy is taking gulps of Diet Pepsi from a paper cup when there are plenty of straws and lids nearby.
Were you raised by wolves or some shit?
KReal men don't suck, gayboy
Anyone who gets within 2 feet ofe gets van dammedK
I hope people don't cough on your fukn open-air lid
Yeah. I’ll go get a straw and put a lid on my pop, and while I’m at it, why don’t I just wander over to the warehouse and blow a few dudes?Again this fucking guy is taking gulps of Diet Pepsi from a paper cup when there are plenty of straws and lids nearby.
Were you raised by wolves or some shit?
“We got a fox in the henhouse...I repeat, we have a fox in the henhouse.”
Out here living my best life and loving it.
Real men think of the environment!Again this fucking guy is taking gulps of Diet Pepsi from a paper cup when there are plenty of straws and lids nearby.
Were you raised by wolves or some shit?
Yeah the town next to me is using paper straws as well.Real men think of the environment!
The town i live in just banned plastic straws and lids (and plastic bags).
They do the job.Yeah the town next to me is using paper straws as well.
Haven't used them. Are they any good?
dude, only option is saurkreut here...wtf...I get pissed everytime this happens(i see your pics)...congrats to you sir“We got a fox in the henhouse...I repeat, we have a fox in the henhouse.”
Out here living my best life and loving it.
Only if I get to eat the crunchiest chips around, so I can taunt the losers, once the lights go out.Hi everyone. If you've read my posts and know anything about me you probably know that I'm what most people would consider a "Tough Guy". I've been thinking about this idea for a while now, and I think it's time to make it a reality. What a lot of people don't understand is how hard it is as a "tough guy" to meet other "tough guys" to make solid friendships with. Sure I have many friends who aren't "Tough guys" but there are certain things a certified "Tough guy" goes through that only other "Tough Guys" understand.
So here's the idea, I'm starting an official "TMMAC Tough Guy Club", if you're a tough guy sign up in this thread.
I want to go big with this thing "TMMAC Tough Guy Book Club", "TMMAC Tough Guy Karaoke Nights", and eventually a "TMMAC Tough Guy Jamboree".
I'm planning our first "TMMAC Tough Guy Meet Up" for this November. My wife and daughter are out of town for the weekend, so I want to host the first official event at my house.
Here's the plan, all "TMMAC Tough Guys" fly into Toronto, I'll pick you up at the airport in a party bus I've rented. We'll drive back to my house, and all crowd into my unfinished basement. I have pretty much every Bellator ever on VHS, and I'll have a 24' flat screen tv set up. We pop in a Bellator tape, order a shit tonne of pizzas, and crack a few beers.
After the party gets going a bit I bring out a bunch of bamboo sticks, we take our shirts off and when the bell goes off we just give each other hell with the sticks. The last man left standing is named "TMMAC Alpha Tough Guy" and he gets to sit in a special chair and decide which Bellator we watch next. The "TMMAC Alpha Tough Guy" gets to sit in the Alpha chair for an hour, then another bell sounds, the sticks come back out and we do it all over again.
Lights out is at midnight sharp. I'll lay out a bunch of sleeping bags, and each man gets a ham sandwich to eat quietly in the dark, then we go to sleep. In the morning we all pile back into the party bus and head back to the airport.
Looks plasticI was visiting my parents this afternoon and I saw a bowl of walnuts on the counter. I said to myself ‘what the hell, let’s enjoy a walnut’. I went to break the walnut and the nut cracker crumbled in my hand. I’m not talking about a screw popping loose. I sheared the metal and the nutcracker bent like tinfoil. I’m a fucking monster, who can’t live in a normal stengthed world.
What in the fuck is that?I’m the toughest guy at this Swiss Chalet.