Everybody loves Big Dick's. My
Grandmother included.
My gas turned them both to stone. Or
whatever in the hell they were made out of.
I was soooo wasted that day. When I finished
reading "The Holocaust Pop-Up Book," that damn
rabbit tried to steal my weed. Bad move, wabbit.
My ear-cleaning business is
finally off the ground!
Guess who was on the rag that
night?
Hemorrhoids are no laughing matter. Unless
they're visible, of course.
Don't just stand there! Take
off your clothes!
"Now, everyone knows that I'm not gay, for
the most part...."
Seconds after this picture was taken, I stood
up on the bench and started singing A-Ha's
"Take On Me." The woman then picked up the
apple and threw it at my balls. Luckily, I
always wear a cup.
My right hand is NOT on that guy's
butt despite what he told the Police.
There's a reason why they tell you to
stay seated. Because of people like me.
Jumpers.
Do not try this at home
unless you have a giant
snake to do it on. Then by
all means, knock yourself
out.
Watching me is like watching
the Matrix.
I prefer skirts, but they
were all at the cleaners that
night.
Jeez, did you say Peacock?
Dava Krause singing about her love
for stale Snicker bars.
Like I really need to say
anything about this.
I can't believe that Mario Mann
had the
audacity to blame me
for the stale muffins. Hey, I
only lick them BEFORE I put
them into the display.