Catholics. It’s all that Host she eats. Christ has got to make your breath smell funny.
“Yummy and seeping, she swirled a gracious eye around to the groom. She weaved a bit, then grabbed his powder-blue tuxedo lapels with both of her raptoresque hands and slammed him down onto the alter. ‘You f*cked my pig, you sister!’ she screamed. The congregation fell, stunned like a river of grain that falls from the silo chute. Strangely, every bit of erectile tissue in the chapel was achingly turgid and purple. Women began to ‘glow’ and men drooled in anticipation of a release, a rebirth, a resurrection, and FINALLY – a cessation of hostilities that meant that meant there would never exist a powder-blue tuxedo with a polyester cummerbund. The band was playing. Jesus was ready for his comeback. ‘Ladies and Gentlemen!” -D
A weakly electric fish osmotically draws the brandy into the ladyfingers.
Balony. Is there nothing it can’t do? It can’t pass for Spam.
What’s the deal with French lesbians?
Big veiny flute. Meat flute. Beet flute.
“Yes, I bathe with my parrot.” -X
You can train your rabbit to come just by shaking the treat box.
PooLife. Boning my chicken. Boring my chicken. Boning my pumpkin. Bullfight of the argonauts.
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Big tater night!
“Go make the thing barf!” -T, re: VCR
27% of Americans still believe the sun revolves around the earth.
53% of Americans don’t know it takes a year for the earth to revolve around the sun.
“The hurricane is nature’s weapon of mass destruction.” -TV Show
“The tornado is truly the Los Angeles class hunter-killer submarine of the air.” -D
“Tornadoes are the psychopaths of nature.” -Other TV show
Unapprised of the situation, Frozen Hippie Man simply walked up to Janine and blew fetid pot smoke in her face.
Look at the future! (Actual future may vary slightly in size and color.)
“I’m not in the mood for a cutie. I want another phallus.” -?
“LICK! —> Wriggle the thinly skinned uni-muscle into the tightly rimmed hole. Now prey! You will find that your own cries of delight are muffled by the ever-tightening annulus of pro-tidal delight.” -D