GIGANTANORMOUS GWiMMRN POST-CHRIST-MAS POST
Still working on the big GWiMMRN Xmas Revelation (Sheppy fucked it all up), but I found time to put something in my mouth.
Quick! Guess! What is it!?!
A) A terrible case of the ham shits from eating way too much pork last night, worse than the turkey trots of Thanksgiving in that my feces is a weird yellow-green color and more or less the consistency of dijon mustard
B) Hamchunk
C) A little dead grey orb caught between my teeth ;
D) Reindeer jism
E) Something that tastes GREAT fresh out of the oven
F) Jolity (sic) and frivilous (sic) gifts
G) The slender li'l peepee belonging to Cogbox, Santa's Chief Toymaking Elf
Quick! Guess! What is it!?!
A) A terrible case of the ham shits from eating way too much pork last night, worse than the turkey trots of Thanksgiving in that my feces is a weird yellow-green color and more or less the consistency of dijon mustard
B) Hamchunk
C) A little dead grey orb caught between my teeth ;
D) Reindeer jism
E) Something that tastes GREAT fresh out of the oven
F) Jolity (sic) and frivilous (sic) gifts
G) The slender li'l peepee belonging to Cogbox, Santa's Chief Toymaking Elf
posted by My Mouth at 8:19 AM
6 Comments:
STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT
I meant Letter D, but the same reason still applies.
Stop all this jolity and frivilousness!
(sic)
Those ham shits serves you right, you sicko.
See? There IS (sic) divine justice.
Anyone can get the real bad ham shits.
ANYONE.
Spread some of that dijon mustard shit on me and put me on a plate, 'cause I'm ready for supper!
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