The mere mention of "baby oil" sends you running and screaming from the room.
Likewise, the mention of "sandstorm" fills you with udder dread.
And of course.. rock climbing. Rock climbing, guys. Rock climbing.
Next on Biography: Me being terrorized by a giant plastic flying mitten! I hate it when Aztecs force themselves into your hotel room and make you try on belts. I'm not afraid if you are go on home! Well back to what I do best, sittin' here in my filthy pants. He looks like a cross between Jerry Mathers & James Dean. Beaver without a cause.
Your hands are turning gold, a golden hockey mask is growing out of the back of your head, you're starting to feel very thin, you start to have an intense love for bacon, you start having a sense of total superiority over everyone you meet, you're ordering salad spinners by the truckload from QVC, and you start hiding your huge collection of tattoo magazines.
If you are experiencing any of these symptoms, consult your doctor immediately.
Last Edit: Apr 12, 2013 2:04:19 GMT -5 by Triple_sSs