About big jonny
The man, the legend. The guy who started it all back in the Year of Our Lord Beer, 2000, with a couple of pages worth of idiotic ranting hardcoded on some random porn site that would host anything you uploaded, a book called HTML for Dummies (which was completely appropriate), a bad attitude (which hasn’t much changed), and a Dell desktop running Win95 with 64 mgs of ram and a six gig hard drive. Those were the days. Then he went to law school. Go figure.
Flagstaff, Arizona, USA
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Rep’n ASU to the fullest!
Fuck, my invisible girlfriend just puked on my Crocs!
The South African accent rude t shirt never really caught on.
Latin Kings in ‘da HOUSE!! Yo!!
I think I’m gonna be sick I just saw Johnny in lycra. Hurry up and take the picture so I can chuke!!!!
Fuck, I’m a douchebag.
Fork-U
someone pull my three fingers!
Osama…found…!
Having something to prove and never letting his palzy hold him back, Steve decided it was time to give those redneck biker’s a talking to. We haven’t seen him since.
Yo…my shirt says “Fuck.”
What game Play?
“Dude, check out the back…it says ‘me in the ass’…get it?”
dan wins
+1 for “me in the ass.” Gawd, I hope that I wasn’t that much of a tool in college…
“So I says to the bitch.. I ain’t servin no more fries.” That’s when she fired me for no damn reason.
I’m gonna grind on every piece of pussy that walks through that fuckin door!
Damn, these 3 fingers STINK!
several beers, and Jager bombs later… he is still no closer to explaining his shirt’s intended subliminal ‘shock value correlation’ between the trident and the “shocker”, due to apparent loss of motor skills, and/or bowel control.
between flashing signs and the shirt, this looks like a prescription for getting shot in S. AZ.
Whats YOUR claim bro?
My index finger looks just like my tiny penis.
wait fuck camels i get it.