What a Winner!
Indeed! Everything that I stuff in my mouth is a winner! You couldn't swing a dead cat in my mouth without hitting a winner. No doubt!
Now, direct your anonymous energies to something more useful than dimissing obvious genius and GWiMMRN:
A) A juvenile defense of a juvenile website that was recently criticized by a juvenile.
B) A bout o' depression.
C) A modest refusal.
D) The real walnuts.
E) Bureaucracy, in it's full, fecal-filled original French conception of it.
F) Slander. Lies. Defecation.
G) Big. Fat. Cock.
Now, direct your anonymous energies to something more useful than dimissing obvious genius and GWiMMRN:
A) A juvenile defense of a juvenile website that was recently criticized by a juvenile.
B) A bout o' depression.
C) A modest refusal.
D) The real walnuts.
E) Bureaucracy, in it's full, fecal-filled original French conception of it.
F) Slander. Lies. Defecation.
G) Big. Fat. Cock.
posted by My Mouth at 11:33 AM
5 Comments:
I will accept this as a PARTIAL acknowledgment of my wonderful testes.
Did the French really conceive of bureaucracy? I thought they just invented cheese.
And hairy pits.
You know?
No. I don't know. Why don't you EXPLAIN it to me.
Okay, well, there's the French, right? And they got some milk, and it, well, it...
I'm sorry.
Can we talk about the walnut-sized testicles instead?
Hey! Have you ever noticed that we're about the same size as Miles's testicles?
Amazing!
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