No wonder they went extinct, really.
Posts Tagged ‘song’
Think this guy might be up t’bloody tree.
Parry Gripp is officially a brony.
The kind of song that makes you want to hate yourself for having ears.
If you’re married and you ever wondered the big “What If…” of not meeting your wife, then Tim’s song is for you.
The greatest Eurovision entry ever.
Things were so simple back in the day………….
Prepare yourself, for you’re about to witness the best video on YouTube.
What’s Christmas all about if not epileptic seizures and morion sickness and saying the word “wanker”.
This is an ode to that wrinkly sack of flesh that acts as a cradle to the boys, your hairy ballsack. Amen to that.
Wow, Chatroulette’s still going, huh? And it looks like all those naked dicks have learned how to play the guitar and serenade the ladies. Some good skills.