Guess What's in My Mouth Right Now, Day 190something
It doesn't really matter how many days it has been. Just guess:
A) Mouse grime.
B) Packets of data containing fart and dick jokes.
C) CSI: My Asshole.
D) A collection of models from "down-under" my ball-sac.
E) A VAH-Z.
F) A spitoon.
G) Another spitoon.
H) A big, fat C0CK.
A) Mouse grime.
B) Packets of data containing fart and dick jokes.
C) CSI: My Asshole.
D) A collection of models from "down-under" my ball-sac.
E) A VAH-Z.
F) A spitoon.
G) Another spitoon.
H) A big, fat C0CK.
posted by My Mouth at 6:16 AM
18 Comments:
Uhhh...tech support?
I...I...
I have dirty mouse balls.
What do I do?
heeheeheeheeheehee!
:)
There's NO WAY I'm going to look at that vase. The website is OBVIOUSLY one of those sick picture sites.
SICKO.
SHAVE ME!
Please?
:)
Shave your nuts and meet me in the john.
1100101101001shave11your00nuts1010and1010meet0101me0111010111000101in010the0101john1010
Let's hear it for me and my big dumb balls!
ACCEPT INSERTION
SHAVE MY BALLS
Those Leisure Town jokes never get old, do they. I'll be laughing over some of that stuff when I'm 80.
Why is Brad Pitt a spittoon?
* *
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You know, I auditioned for CSI: My Asshole, but the old anus wasn't up to the, ah, challenge, as it were.
Among other things.
So I'm in CSI: Miami. I'm hoping to be a "Special Guest Star(fish)" on CSI: My Asshole someday.
Nobody wants to hear your sad-sack tale, Caruso.
NOBODY.
You're a spitoon like I am a spitoon, Brad.
No one wants to hear your sad-sack tale, Brad.
NOBODY.
What about my sad-sac? Ha ha!
What the HELL is so funny about your joke, Brad? Huh?
:-P
I'm going to miss my Scottie. He knew just how warm I like the Freedom Fries up my crunt (which, you all know, are Christened as "Thomas Fries").
I want all of you to know how distasteful it is to have my name as the root of "christened," which, according to the OED, means "To name, give a name to; often with complement, to call by the name of," especially when connected to something as heinous as "Thomas Fries."
Jesus!
If you keep staring at my Vienna sausage, it will turn into a kielbasa.
-- Confucious, Ancient Philosopher
Unlike the lot of you, I don't have time to address all of these ludicrous assertions made in My name.
They ate Thomas Fries at the Last Supper.
Judas found a hair, which is why he betrayed Me and subsequently hanged himself.
And, for the record, I only said "Ohhhhhh, boy" once, and that was when they rammed the plunger into My anus.
heeheeheeheeheehee!
:)
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