Vern: Like Charlie Hogan's brother. If he had one.
Chris: Good Vern. Go on, Gordie.
Gordie: Well this kid is our age but he's fat. Real fat. He weighs close to one-eighty. But you know, it's not his fault. It's his glands.
Vern: Oh yeah, my cousin's like that, sincerely. She weighs over three hundred pounds! Supposed to be Hyboid Gland or something. Well, I don't know about any Hyboid Glands, but what a blimp! No shit. She looks like a Thanksgiving turkey. And you know this one time...
Chris: Shut up, Vern.
Vern: Yeah, yeah, right. Go on, Gordie, it's a swell story.
If you know the story, you have the key to unlock B Grade success tomorrow night.
8 comments:
See, it's not my fault; it's my glands.
No; your fat, and the only thing in your favour is that you have grey hair
I was not in this movie.
I brought a comb!
weren't you guys talking about spanking arses or something last week too, then look what happened... A guy from that other team kung-FOOed your a*ses. ;)
Shut up Sparky. You couldn't even finish the Wednesday bunch ride!
Make sure you've got plenty of air in your tyres tonight.
I will smash all of you pricks tonight!
Did anyone catch a glimpse of Mrs A running on Wed morning... nice.
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