Showing posts with label the fart department. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the fart department. Show all posts

Friday, September 17, 2010

ET TU REGGIE?

Sir, a Mister Bush is on the phone.

Hey, Reggie.
We were hoping to hear from you.
Yeah we heard.
That was a real class move.
It's just, we got your package today.
No, we totally appreciate you overnighting it.
It's just not what we expected.
We know you have all of that screw you NFL Money.
But, this? This is not what we expected at all!
I'm not trying to yell Reggie but, c'mon.
I thought we made some headway last week.
Alright, let's just calm down.
Truce?
Ok, Bro, just get it to us ASAP.
Oh hey, remember.
Fool me Once...
Hello?

I don't know Kanye, how do you think that went?

Monday, September 13, 2010

ART CHEDUCATION.


You know that Art History class you're taking?
Yeah the one at 8 a.m., on the other side of campus.
Don't worry about it.
We've got you covered.