12/23/05

I Don't Care if Jesus Christ Himself Was Giving Out Blowjobs, You Still Have to GWiMMRN!

There are no barriers to performance here. Just do it. Do it for your family. Do it for Allah. Do it for the adorable little ass hairs near the Baby Jesus' starfish. Do it for Buddha, that fat fuck. Just...just...do it. Guess!

A) The terrible, head-shaking disappointment Sheppy's grandmother were to experience if she only knew not only how often Sheppy masturbated, but the intensity of it and what he thinks of when he does it
B) WAAAAAHHH! FLOPPYTITS WAAAAAAHHH! boo hoo! BOOH HOOOHOOOO!
C) The unholy sacrilege this website has become, when its initial intentions were only honorable and good
D) Underdone French toast with a big gob of congealed butter and imitation maple syrup splattered all over it
E) The really coughy, uncomfortable feeling you get when you accidentally inhale powdered sugar off of a doughnut
F) The kind of guy who squats in the dirt, taking pictures of 'shrooms
G) The Weather Channel
H) The fact that lots of people read this blog, but won't link to it
I) Sheppy's big, fat, overmasturbated cock

UPDATE: The answer is not J) Two little dead grey orbs. I cut them off and am now wearing them around my neck like a scrotal pendant.

5 Comments:

Anonymous Sheppy said...

STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT

8:03 AM  
Anonymous Underdone French Toast said...

C'est la vie.

8:04 AM  
Blogger HizzleThizzle said...

I

8:39 AM  
Blogger My Mouth said...

Shut up, Sheppy, you inveterate, grubby little masturbator, you.

10:35 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

It's more like a baubel than a pendant.

8:17 AM  

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