It's tha Muthafukkin' BUMP Day!
Check it, yo! It's the Bump Day, ya'll! Ya'll gone guess what be in mah moufus right now, yo:
A) The nose of a 49 year old South African woman, bravely rescued from the maw of a vicious but cuddly seal
B) The Rice Krispies crackle of her nasal cartilage *crunch crunch*
C) Aunt Ginny's pair of Depends after she took an angry, hot, wet shit in them over not receiving a Christmas card this year from her favorite nephew
D) lola's ipod, all moist and sticky with...secretions
E) The Canadian software company called Delrina (rhymes with loose, floppy vagina) that sells programs that go, "G'day, eh" and provide images of french fries & gravy
F) French fries & baby gravy
G) A big, fat hip-hop cock with bling bling
A) The nose of a 49 year old South African woman, bravely rescued from the maw of a vicious but cuddly seal
B) The Rice Krispies crackle of her nasal cartilage *crunch crunch*
C) Aunt Ginny's pair of Depends after she took an angry, hot, wet shit in them over not receiving a Christmas card this year from her favorite nephew
D) lola's ipod, all moist and sticky with...secretions
E) The Canadian software company called Delrina (rhymes with loose, floppy vagina) that sells programs that go, "G'day, eh" and provide images of french fries & gravy
F) French fries & baby gravy
G) A big, fat hip-hop cock with bling bling
posted by My Mouth at 5:35 AM
9 Comments:
Seal? You mean the singer?
Why are the angry shits the hottest shits?
And I don't mean "hot" as in, Tara Reid is hot.
My shits are "hot," also. In both meanings of the term.
*FRRRRSPPPPLLLLLAAAT*
*plllllllllloppppp*
Little bastard didn't send me a Christmas card this year!
*splip*
Don't cry like that, Aunt Ginny.
Ok I looked. but it's no fun doin
myself!!!
You realize of course, that you are corrupting me....
I corrupt no one. I simply provide an array of nourishing, disgustingly vile mouthable choices on a daily basis, not skipping significant holidays because my only focus is what's in my mouth right now.
Look: you're a sick freak and a corrupting influence on all that's good and decent. I'm sure Michele's chances of reaching Heaven have been irredeemably compromised by reading this disgusting excuse for a website.
I make no promises for a happy afterlife.
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