Bobby Europe

skatchkins wrote:Bobby Europe

Jgotitnotme

guesswewillhaveawaitaheadofus

In the meantime.
Without looking it up, can someone tell me what "Dinkin Flicka" means or use it correctly in a sentence?

Man kin din flick a booger far........:O

Sorry that was really bad. But I can use Broken or Mustache

That bro ken sure throw a football

Or

When the cops busted into my house I had to hide mu-stache

Incorrect usage. Think The Office

Dinkin Flicka - Its the jobbed assigned to a worker in the dunkin donuts manufacturing plant. They have to flick out the center of a donut so they can have the nice round O shape.

Molly was promoted to lead dinkin flicka at the donut factory yesterday.

Dinkin Flicka

Use it this week

K I go

Hey, Mom! The meatloaf!! We want it now!! The meatloaf!!!
What is she doing? I never know what she's doing back there.

random guess:
Don't Be a Menace to South Central While Drinking Your Juice in the Hood

Nope

Could it be Old School

skatchkins wrote:K I go

No wait changed my mind it's wedding crashers. could totally picture will ferrell saying and the whole seen yelling at his mom...funny cameo

Cameo corrrect!

Ok here's my quote

--Was it ticking?

Actually throwers don't worry about ticking, 'cause modern bombs don't tick.

--I'm sorry, throwers?

Baggage handlers. But, when a suitcase vibrates, then the throwers gotta call the police.

--My suitcase was vibrating?

Nine times out of ten it's an electric razor, but . . . every once in a while . . . it's a dildo. Of course, it's company policy never to imply ownership. In the event of a dildo, we have to use the indefinite article "a" dildo, never "your" dildo.

The first rule of Fight Club is you don't talk about Fight Club, Bob

Killer flick. That's one that no one spoiled for me and I actually didn't see the twist coming. Loved that movie.

skatchkins wrote:The first rule of Fight Club is you don't talk about Fight Club, Bob

Wu ah coh-wect... With the barrel of a gun between your teeth you can only talk in vowels

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