200 Is the Loneliest Number
Unless it's the 200th relentless mouthable! Hip hip Hoo-RAH!
To celebrate, I'll put something in my mouth! Now, you guess what it is!
A) The Real Mark Harmon's boiling anal wound.
B) Peppermint Preparation H, to put on said anal wound.
C) The feeling that there should be a Peppermint Preparation H, because the other kind tastes terrible.
D) An ergonomic student desk.
E) Chintzy wine glasses from World Market.
F) Winston Churchill, when he was Lord of the Admirality and stole those warships from the Turks. You know, in 1914. Fucknose.
G) A dirigible shaped cock, floating on a pair of hefty, hairy nutsacks, dripping fluids from the bow.
To celebrate, I'll put something in my mouth! Now, you guess what it is!
A) The Real Mark Harmon's boiling anal wound.
B) Peppermint Preparation H, to put on said anal wound.
C) The feeling that there should be a Peppermint Preparation H, because the other kind tastes terrible.
D) An ergonomic student desk.
E) Chintzy wine glasses from World Market.
F) Winston Churchill, when he was Lord of the Admirality and stole those warships from the Turks. You know, in 1914. Fucknose.
G) A dirigible shaped cock, floating on a pair of hefty, hairy nutsacks, dripping fluids from the bow.
posted by My Mouth at 8:42 AM
7 Comments:
I'm glad the dirigible cock isn't dripping fluids from the sternum.
Does it have a case of syphilis?
I meant STERN, not STERNUM.
Actually, the regular kind of Perparation H isn't so bad. It's kind of spicy.
But only if you've gobbled it straight out of Larry "Bud" Melman's mother-lovin' starfish.
Mmmmmmm mm!
Don't you tell me what to do.
I wasn't telling you what to do!
MANIAC!
MANIAC!
GIVE ME YOUR CAT'S TESTICLES, OR DIE!
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