I Pick Marco Boogers

My wife has been known to call me Marko, so I couldn’t resist sharing this.

For every Berbatov there’s a Boogers.
For every Berbatov there’s a Boogers.
For every Berbatov there’s a Boogers.
For some reason this link wasn’t showing up, so I put it in three times because when something doesn’t work, repeating the same action makes me feel better.

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I Pick Marco Boogers — 4 Comments

  1. I wish my last name was Boogers! It’s actually Crumpacker, which is bad enough. Last week in some movie credits my husband spotted a woman whose last name was Bangasser, which is one of the few names even worse than ours.

  2. ahahahaha >>>whap>>> head falls on keyboard.
    Newspaper wedding announcement headline: Crumpacker-Bangasser.
    Mrs. Helga Crumpacker-Bangasser!!!
    OMG, cracking me up…

  3. And I thought growing up with the last name “Bass” was bad.

    (For example: “Kristin Bass has a fat ass” and “Tater Bass passes gas through her fat ass,” etc. etc.)

    (And for the record, neither of us had fat asses back then. Kids are just mean. Little sh*ts.)

    Booger’s pretty bad. And he’s a guy, so it’s not like he’s going to marry out of that one.

  4. Pregnant with my third child, my three year old came into the room when I was just getting ready to get into the shower. She said, “Mommy, you are getting fat!”.
    I replied, “Yes, honey, remember Mommy has a baby growing in her tummy”.
    “I know”, she replied, “but what’s growing in your butt?”