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.
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.
posted by My Mouth at 10:42 AM
6 Comments:
How do you know about what I think of before dozing off to sleep?!?
GET OUT OF MY MIND!
How do you catch the bunny farts? I've tried, and the bunnies usually run away to fart in their little burrows.
Oh, but WE love YOU.
You have to be cunning and quick to catch a dozen bunny farts. I am both cunning, and quick.
*gasp!* it's like the trenches of WWI in our little burrows! *gag!*
I'd say you were a cunning runt. And a cunning linguist.
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