They ate 'em....
I swear to God...they ate 'em!!!
They ate 'em....
I swear to God...they ate 'em!!!
Next year, they'll eat mine! Every year, I keep on meaning to sign up for the AICP exam, and then procrastination kicks in. I end up forgetting about it until a day after the deadline, when I then think "oh s**t!"
I wonder if there is an "American Institute of Certified Planners Ate My Balls" Web site? A punk rock song entitled "The APA Took My Baby Away"?
For those of us of the female persuasion: What does it mean to have one's balls eaten? Does it mean you flunked?
What are you doing using that damn Tasman's Web site on City time? You're probably in cahoots with that damn Daaaaaaahna too! Get to my office immediately!
If that's Brian, I'm doomed. It was nice working here.
fyi - Joey, Franky and Johnny Ramone have all passed the AICP exam. Hey, Ho, Let's Go!!!!!!
I had that Tasman trembling in his boots in San Diego, and my connections in Colorado are taking care of that Daaaahhhnaaaa. I'm so powerful, half the city has seen my face in their tortilla shells! When I find out which of the two Lisas it is ... well, you know what I do to elk, don't you?
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