HOW TO SPOT THAT DAMN JUICE HEAD
Paul felt like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.
Dude, wheres my car??
how to battle gas prices
This picture was taken in the final moments before Mr. Johnson was tragically and unexpectedly crushed by the falling car.
Although the cyst grew to massive proportions, the odd coloring and shape became his source of income in his later years.
All that power and nowhere to go
I gotta remember next time, poop first then balance car on head . . .
" ok guys, im done now, ummm, how do i get this off me again? "