Hey Moe! I’m Mortarfied. Woob Woo Woo Woo Woo Woob Woo
Methinks the average Borderline Boy could go up against the Columbian Army with nothing but a supersoaker with a little ammonia in it.
Hmm. I think I’ve seen that behavior before.
(Thanks to Honorary Borderline Sociopath Casey Klahn for sending that one along)
The Borderline Boy, At The Very Least, Learns To Parallel Park
You Have To Wear A Uniform With Your Name On The Pocket, But Other Than That, It’s Nothing Like Being A Maytag Repair Man
(Thanks to Brian Erb for sending that one along)