The Password Is...
Alright folks! It's time to GWiMMRN! The following are HINTS as to what is currently in my mouth right now. Piece together the clues and write the answer on your computer screen using a BLACK PERMANENT INK MARKER. Make sure your write it really, really large so that I can read it from far away. OK?
GWiMMRN:
A) Eye-watering.
B) Sonic boom.
C) Answers the question, "Did someone step in cat shit?"
D) Civil inattention.
E) Was recently cast outside a movie theatre.
F) Was released in a crowd so it would be impossible to identify the perpetrator (or "perp").
G) Necessitated a change in shorts.
H) Is not a big, fat cock.
Write your answer here: ____________________________________________
UPDATE: The answer is not I) JORDAN'S latest crush, which you just KNOW will end in a Cleveland Steamer.
GWiMMRN:
A) Eye-watering.
B) Sonic boom.
C) Answers the question, "Did someone step in cat shit?"
D) Civil inattention.
E) Was recently cast outside a movie theatre.
F) Was released in a crowd so it would be impossible to identify the perpetrator (or "perp").
G) Necessitated a change in shorts.
H) Is not a big, fat cock.
Write your answer here: ____________________________________________
UPDATE: The answer is not I) JORDAN'S latest crush, which you just KNOW will end in a Cleveland Steamer.
posted by My Mouth at 9:09 AM
21 Comments:
Dod-a-chock?
Dum-a-chum?
Bought-a-car?
Love-me-please?
I don't have a black permanent magic marker. Can I use liquid paper, instead? I've got a lot of that.
I've also got a lot of, well...I hate to say it...I mean, it's probably inappropriate.
Okay. I've got a lot of...oh. I don't know how to say this. Damn.
Right. Okay. You see...um...I've got a lot of, well, CAT SHIT.
Whew! I feel much better.
I've been eating nothing but peanuts and corn ever since I met my lovely Jordan.
I beg of you, Jordan: do not rob me of this moment.
Oh, I know EXACTLY who did it.
Look into my orbs...
I am Farticus!
No! I am Farticus!
That's pretty disgusting, Eugene.
Man.
What's wrong with you? I mean, what the hell is the matter with you?
NO! I'M Farticus!
I'm...I'm doing okay, actually.
Thanks for asking.
There's...there's a lot of PEOPLE, you know? And... and... and they can KISS my HAIRY BEAN BAG for all I care.
I'm Farticus.
You forgot to add, "I am Farticus."
There are 10,100 websites that have the word "Farticus" in them.
"Grow up."
help me
my
my balls they are
they're in a vice grip.
ow
ow ow ow.
help me
Uh...how did they get in there?
it... it doesn't
doesn't matter.
just...
just help
me
NO.
Not until you tell me how they got there.
why are
why are you so
un
unkind
just
help me
You can just sit there with mashed balls, thinking about how they got in that vise, then.
Good luck.
w
why
That's what I want to know: why your balls are in that vise.
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