Previously @ The OC
I got my Bachelor’s degree this tweakend in getting crunked, corned (the devil made me do it), listening to loud hot rods, being told to stay ‘calm’ by the po-po, crashing 18-year-old’s parties (beer pong, always fun), and substituting fishing with the much more popular go-karting. Sadly no titties were to be found in the REAL OC. However, crabs, ribs, and plenty of smelly farts were.
And I ask of you,
is this
‘Have You Seen My Baseball?‘
pic of
My Man Marvkus
The heir to corn me?