14
Dec
2012
The Dangers of Gambling, Spice Girls Edition
I lost a bet to a guy on Facebook, and he chose this song for me to perform. If you’re pressed for time, just start it at the 1:50 mark.
I lost a bet to a guy on Facebook, and he chose this song for me to perform. If you’re pressed for time, just start it at the 1:50 mark.
The skinheads are the cherry on top.
Remind to never win a bet from Bob!
Even when I lose, I win.
You know, we were just having a discussion about negative externalities over at TBQ!
I am a complete Austrian, but suddenly I believe in externalities.
I can out sing you any day Bob…
“The printing is not enough,
But it is such a perfect place to start, my Love”
…
“And if we print enough,
Together we can take the world apart, my Love”
“Even when I lose, I win.”
No, that was a lose-lose for the human race.
“If you’re pressed for time, just start it at the 1:50 mark.”
Unless you like being psychologically traumatized, start at the 2:46 mark.
Dyspeptic’s the kind of guy to bring a watermelon to a Gallagher show.
Even worse, he’s the kind of guy to bring Dyspeptic to a Gallagher show.
Actually, I’m the kind of guy who thinks Gallagher is a lame, washed up, has been novelty act who belongs in the comedian hall of shame along with Carrot Top, Gary Mule Deer and Ken B.
What was the bet about?
Losing weight.
What was the bet?