He Friggin Blew Up Friggin Frenchie, The Friggin Hoser
(Some infantile swearing)
(Some infantile swearing)
(Thanks to Mark Sherman for sending that one along)
Maybe it’s just me, but if I was going to take all those pointless blows to the head, I’d demand uniforms, cheerleaders, and shoe contracts. And shoes with laces, now that I think of it.