1/22/06

Sunday School IN MY MOUTH

Quite frankly, all I love is My Mouth. I don't always care about the things that are there. Don't get me wrong; I select only the FINEST ingredients to place in my mouth, but that doesn't mean I am in LOVE with those ingredients.

Well, Sunday school is over. Time to GWiMMRN:

A) Bikini Wax.
B) Bunny farts; oh, about a dozen of them.
C) An inflatable whale mattress.
D) The truth about what you think about right before dozing off to sleep.
E) Gummy bears made from congealed bear cub blood.
F) A big, fat bear cub cock.

8 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

How do you know about what I think of before dozing off to sleep?!?

GET OUT OF MY MIND!

11:51 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

How do you catch the bunny farts? I've tried, and the bunnies usually run away to fart in their little burrows.

11:52 AM  
Anonymous The FINEST ingredients in your mouth said...

Oh, but WE love YOU.

11:53 AM  
Blogger My Mouth said...

You have to be cunning and quick to catch a dozen bunny farts. I am both cunning, and quick.

11:56 AM  
Anonymous Fiver said...

*gasp!* it's like the trenches of WWI in our little burrows! *gag!*

11:57 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'd say you were a cunning runt. And a cunning linguist.

12:10 PM  
Blogger wahhhboohoo said...

WWWAHAAAHHH!! boo hoo hoo *sniff* WAAHHH!! boo hoo uhu uhuh huh hhhhh WAAAHH!! WHALES BUH BUH HOOOOOOO! HOO HOO! BOO FUCKING HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO!!

12:12 PM  
Blogger My Mouth said...

I think that fucker said "whales!"

8:36 AM  

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