Inspired by recent Shoutbox conversations, this thread is dedicated to being wrong. Discuss.
Fixed that for you.If you use the word "conversating" in a sentence, that's a paddlin'.
If you pass a school bus with a fucking stop sign and flashing red lights, that's a paddlin'.
Tell someone to add salt to a pot of water "to make it boil faster"? Oh, you better believe that's a paddlin'.
Oh, but officer, *lowers his shirt to show off his manboob cleavage* I wasn't REALLY going 50 miles over the speed limit, was I?>implying that the cop could be wrong.
Oh, but officer, *lowers his shirt to show off his manboob cleavage* I wasn't REALLY going 50 miles over the speed limit, was I?
That's definitely wrong.Oh, but officer, *lowers his shirt to show off his manboob cleavage* I wasn't REALLY going 50 miles over the speed limit, was I?
Nick was then summarily executed due to a little known statute regarding moobs.Oh, but officer, *lowers his shirt to show off his manboob cleavage* I wasn't REALLY going 50 miles over the speed limit, was I?
Look Nick, how many times do we have to go through this, just because it worked for your date on your prom night...Oh, but officer, *lowers his shirt to show off his manboob cleavage* I wasn't REALLY going 50 miles over the speed limit, was I?
Dang, I just dropped by to post like that. Well, I'll do it anywayBut it just might be a lunatic you're looking for.