Last night, in order to commemorate the passing of Ike Turner, I beat up Moulsari. (Don’t worry, she’ll be able to walk again, soon.) I hereby call upon all men, all over the world, to victimise their girlfriends, wives, mothers or just random women on the street if you have to, in order to mark the passing of such a wonderful man.
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That’s not very funny, Dennis. On so many levels.
When my colleague asked me what I had done to commemorate the passing of Ike Turner and I told him this, he (and I) laughed our asses off. I guess not everyone shares the same sense of humour.
I wonder if there are dead baby jokes involving Ike…
erg, erg hard…..doet me herinneren aan dat verhaal van Vincent van de HES (als je weet waar ik het over heb).
Oh zeker! Die vertel ik nog regelmatig aan mensen. :)
Nice.
Dude, is he dead?:) oh, and.. I thought this was funny…:P