4/22/06

GWiMMRN, HONOR MY SABBATH Edition

As I sit here, deciding whether or not to take a shit or let it sit in my colon a while longer, it occurs to me that I have something in my mouth, and that your job is to guess what it is. So, I think it's about time for you to redeem the meaning of your life, isn't it? Some of us put things in our mouths, and others guess what it is. Those are our roles. So, go for the redemption:

A) A tossed salad
B) The Italian eatery known as Buca di Beppo
C) The immortal words, "Have some salad," followed by a li'l salad tossing
D) Bosqueal O'Woodbine
E) One of those things we can't talk about
F) The red, throbbing, bulbous head that you MUST kiss
G) Kentucky Fried Chicken
H) A big, fat cock

10 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Would you like your salad tossed on the table or should we do it in the kitchen?

Hmmmmm?

11:24 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I've learned that it's never good to toss salad. NEVER.

11:24 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I wish we COULD talk about it. It would make things easier.

11:25 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I don't think I want to talk about it, and I DEFINITELY don't want to kiss it.

12:47 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Heya! Why don't you-a tossa my salad-a!

Read-a the menu on the wall-a, if you wanna order-a! Don't-a go away mad-a!

12:54 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I prefer to remain undiscussed.

12:55 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Toss me!

12:57 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ayy! Signore Beppo! It's-a me! I'm-a Supreme-a Court-a Justice! Toss-a my salad!

12:57 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You're just using me to get to the thing you CAN'T talk about.

I feel so used.

12:58 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Good thing we can't talk about you, because if we could, we'd say some really horrible things.

REALLY. HORRIBLE. THINGS.

2:44 PM  

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