Bump Day Edition of GWiMMRN
From here on in, Wednesdays will be referred to as "Bump Days." They also happen to be the days where I get to put all sorts of things in my mouth. Can YOU guess what's in there right now? Sure you can:
A) Eugene's unsightly bulge, likely as a consequence of having read his favorite magazine, Chicken Little
B) A length of chorizo that bears a suspicious resemblance to a huge turd with a string stuck in it
C) The Poconos
D) Eugene's joyless meat with Sheppy's spit all over it (come on out Shepster, you little cocksucker, you)
E) The uncomfortable feeling that I should sort of lay off that homosexual reprobate Sheppy, already...just tone it down a little
F) Rat turd rice krispies treats stuck between a pair of dentures, not mine
G) Some old fuck trundling around with his piss-damp diapers falling down, mumbling, "Where'th mah teef? Where'th mah teef?"
H) Eugene's big, fat cock (the dog, not the person)
A) Eugene's unsightly bulge, likely as a consequence of having read his favorite magazine, Chicken Little
B) A length of chorizo that bears a suspicious resemblance to a huge turd with a string stuck in it
C) The Poconos
D) Eugene's joyless meat with Sheppy's spit all over it (come on out Shepster, you little cocksucker, you)
E) The uncomfortable feeling that I should sort of lay off that homosexual reprobate Sheppy, already...just tone it down a little
F) Rat turd rice krispies treats stuck between a pair of dentures, not mine
G) Some old fuck trundling around with his piss-damp diapers falling down, mumbling, "Where'th mah teef? Where'th mah teef?"
H) Eugene's big, fat cock (the dog, not the person)
posted by My Mouth at 6:05 AM
8 Comments:
I love chorizo, you meatless freak.
I think's it a good idea to lay off of Sheppy, for goodness sakes. He didn't do anything wrong and you're being unfair.
How did you get the rat-turds to not melt while making the rice-krispies treats? I assumed you baked them.
You have NO IDEA what Sheppy's done. I say when it's time to lay off Sheppy, not you. Little fucker's been asking for it for YEARS, and it's finally payback.
By the way, a good, solid rat turd has a melting point of 415 degrees Fahrenheit, and the rice krispies treats don't go over that, not by a long chalk.
And if you MUST know, I found the rat turds in Sheppy's toothbrush. He brushes his teeth with rat shit, you heard it here first.
I stand corrected.
Well, sit down, then.
Did you guess what's in my mouth?
No, no I didn't.
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