12/20/05

By Now, You Know My Policy

Alright folks, gather 'round. Listen, we've had some complaints from corporate that you are not guessing what's in the mouth of the President of GWiMMRN, Inc. You know my policy by now. Drop whatever it is you are doing and guess what's in there. Got it? Great. Get back to work, folks.

Oh, and Merry Xmas.

A) Alaskan Mushrooms
B) Something that seems so obviously a joke to me but people think is serious.
C) Snot rags in 5 different flavours.
D) Starwilde's Pearlescent Horn.
E) crack!
F) Healthy gums and teeth.
G) Toodlepip.
H) A gigbyte of big, fat cock.

16 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

What are the five flavo(u)rs?

And is it true that English mothers teach their sons to be pussies?

9:14 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You're a fan of Eugene, too? I love his stuff.

9:22 AM  
Blogger Eugene said...

Thank you! To all who don't take the time to understand the beauty, I say "Balls in Flight."

9:47 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

toodlepip, motherfuckers.

12:35 PM  
Blogger My Mouth said...

FOCUS, people.

FO

CUS.

12:38 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'll FO

CUS

on the gigbyte.

2:38 PM  
Blogger Michele said...

Someone liked my icon THAT much and NAMED IT???

So all this time with the cracks about unicorns and kittys you were making fun of my icon?!!!

Pooh

8:02 PM  
Blogger Miles Patrick Shepards said...

I think I got about half of all the above. Sad for an outsider here to even attempt to decipher this mess of insider commentary, not that you aren't entitled to it. All I'm saying is, how is a stranger suppose to make his way in if everything is so strange already? I'm going for toodlepip though, just because I like the sound of it. That's my two cents.

9:05 PM  
Blogger My Mouth said...

I would start at the beginning and work my way forward, if I were one of the unfortunate few not familiar with my mouth and its potential contents.

4:34 AM  
Blogger Starwilde, the Majikal Unicorn said...

Little mortal named Michele: I am what I am. My existence is not predicated upon mockery of any being. I exist unto Myself.

Do, I ask, tell Me of the whereabouts of the fluffy little kitty. We have an appointment.

4:37 AM  
Blogger Michele said...

Fluffy Kitty is getting her claw tips painted in titanium, all the more to scratch you with. Her tail is being equiped with bionic whiplash implants, all the more to whip you into shape. And she's almost finished with her Special Ops vocal lessons to hynotize and incapacitate the enemy.

By the time the the secret agency is through, she's gonna whup your tail, trim your horn and convince you that wearing a bridle is kinky bondage.

She will OWN you!

5:14 AM  
Blogger Starwilde, the Majikal Unicorn said...

All of these things are meaningless to Me. What matters is My appointment with her.

As you seem to have knowledge as to her whereabouts, please let Me know where she is.

5:49 AM  
Blogger Michele said...

You can torture me all you want, I will never reveal such sensitive, important to the world as we know it, info as to where fluffy kitty is.

Oh don't worry. If you have an appointement with her..she'll be there. Oh yea. She'll be there, waiting for you. Bwahahaaaa!!!

7:02 AM  
Blogger My Mouth said...

PEOPLE!

You are so completely not focusing on my mouth I just don't know where to begin.

FOCUS!

I know you can do it.

Don't make me tell you again, because you won't like it.

7:19 AM  
Blogger Michele said...

Meowrrrr!

11:32 AM  
Blogger Eugene said...

Toodlepip!

1:52 PM  

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