You are insane you little shit. Your mother had you tested. You're positive.
The fact is single women can't fart. They don't have an asshole till they marry.
Sometimes I just want to throw back my head and just gargle and gargle till I spit!
I suffer occasional spleen-venting fits when I prance around in my stilettos. Otherwise, I'm rarely homicidal.
Farts are evil spirits that haunt those nearest to us. I've personally been summoned to git'cha!
Putting the fun in morally dysfunctional while providing a snack for a loose tongue.
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Sunday, August 25, 2013
My wang-dang-doodle's name is John Jacob Jingleheimner Schmidt, he wanna meet you!
Vasectomy in progress.
save yourself! Save yourself!
Bleat, bleat, another pubic hair dwarf run amok.
The dangers of hand jobs.
Sunday, August 18, 2013
He was dee-licious! I'm going to need a bicarbonate of soda. What I get when I gobble.
Life ain't nuthin' but a bag of toenails.
Oh, Gawd! Somebody farted...and it wasn't me.
I'm going commando on you dearie, that means I'm not wearing my undies.
This clam is the cause of my recent IPM (Introspective Pornographic Moment). I thought that was a tongue, disappointingly it turns out to be a foot.
"Well, he hurt my finger."
Friday, August 16, 2013
He was the first to kill himself. Where did he go? Not gone. But not here anywhere. Smoke on the water kind of thang.
Monday, August 12, 2013
Little Willy found out that [Personhole] is not an acceptable de-sexed word.
Cannibalism, like the Junior League, is more than a lifestyle, it's a way of life. As Hannibal Lecter would say, in an uncivilized age, there is nothing more civilized than having a few friends for dinner.