GWiMMRN, Another Two for Tuesday Edition

What the fuck good are Tuesdays? Nothing good ever happened on a Tuesday. They should just make Tuesday another day off for the rest of us. Or me, at least. Anyway, that's neither here nor there. When it comes to my mouth, NOBODY gets a day off. NOBODY. So, guess which TWO things are in my mouth right now:

A) Eugene's red, sore asshole, so stuffed with soap on a rope that only a couple inches of soft twine have emerged from his anus like a prairie dog peeking out of a hole
B) Bio back-spatter pancakes
C) The truly sick, diseased mind that would come up with the term "bio back-spatter"
D) A lovely slice of tiramisu dusted with cocoa powder and served with a small glass of anisette
E) A hot jock itch sundae served on a cold scrotum
F) A lovely punch in the balls for the next person who asks a dumb question, sprinkled with fecal dust and served with a series of complaints about their treatment that nobody wants to hear
G) The dried jungle juice that glues Kelsey Grammer's belly hair to the waistband of his shorts every single day and only peels away with a semi-painful rrrrrrrrrrippppp
H) A big, fat cock slathered in bio back-spatter