GWiMMRN, Dripping with Thursday Goodness Edition

Got all your ducks in a row? Huh? Do ya, fucknose? Got them ALL. LINED. UP? I'm talking to YOU.

Yes, YOU.

Now focus. Guess what's in my mouth right now.

A) The 1970's oil crisis.
B) The rabid rabbit that Jimmy Carter battled in Plains, Georgia.
C) Jessica Rabbit's cartoon cunt.
D) Jessica Rabbit's arch enemy.
E) Bus Stop Chicken; it's when you're on the bus, and your stop is coming up, but you refuse to pull the cord to request a stop. Instead, you wait for someone else to pull the cord for you. The person who pulls the cord first before the stop is the chicken. I am the only one I know who plays this game, but the trick is that there may be others out there who play, and they may be daring you to be the Bus Stop Chicken. I almost never lose.
F) A big, fat, chicken fried cock.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

I already TOLD you that I couldn't take any more pictures of Helen Thomas.


8:54 AM  
Anonymous The Bus Driver said...

I know all about that game, and if you think I have a problem with driving you 25 miles past your stop because you were too cowardly to pull the string, think again.

Dad-a-chack? Did-a-chick? Dum-a-chum?

8:55 AM  
Anonymous Guy Unwittingly Playing Bus Stop Chicken said...

Boy, I really hope someone else is getting off at Main and 3rd.

8:56 AM  
Anonymous Guy with a Really Bad Problem said...

Oh, Jessica! Your cartoon cunt just makes me...


Oh no...

ungh ungh ungh


Eew. That one was almost all blood, with just a little bit of spooge.

Won't someone address my problem and help me?

8:58 AM  
Blogger My Mouth said...

Dear Readers,

FOCUS, you fart-faeries. FO-CUS. I don't care about your internal bleeding, I don't care that you can't take one more Helen Thomas picture, I don't want to hear about your problems.

ASSUME that no one, especially me, wants to hear about how you're being treated. Then, you chafed anus burglars, and only then will salvation come to your miserable, worthless, lives.


Fuck you.

9:12 AM  
Blogger My Mouth said...

Though, to tell you the truth, I'm not sure how many more Helen Thomas pictures I can stand, either.

FOCUS. Say it with me:-) I CAN I CAN I CAN.

9:15 AM  
Anonymous Guy with His Penis Covered in Flour and Dunked into Boiling Oil said...


i smell...

fried chicken

9:46 AM  
Anonymous Like a Baby, Eugene's Flesh-Dragon said...


9:47 AM  
Anonymous *Frrrrrprrrrprp* the Fart-Faerie said...

Hey! Stop ESSENTIALIZING me, for cock's sake! Don't you take my name in vain!

9:52 AM  
Anonymous Dilbert's Boss said...

Oh look. It's Doctor and Mrs. Fuck Mouth back from choking down cocks in the parking lot.

11:33 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Why don't you just take pictures of each other's dicks and be done with it?

12:18 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I just noticed that Sen~or Chip Butty commented on this blog on May1, 2006. As you know, that was a day in which Latino/as and their sympathizers were to take to the streets and protest all day.

What was Sen~or Chip Butty doing commenting on this website? Why wasn't he out protesting immigration reform?

I have lost a lot of faith in that little mexican french fry sandwich. A LOT of faith.

12:25 PM  
Blogger Señor Chip Butty said...

Hey, mang!

Tua madre es una puta grande, mi amigo! Como estas, bbbrrroooooooooo?

Mang, I was out dancin' and romancing, mang! I don't got time por all that other chit!

I sing all the hits, mang! I'm internationale!


12:42 PM  
Anonymous S~CBFC said...


12:44 PM  
Blogger Señor Chip Butty said...

Hey, mangs! Choo can all suck on my grande meat-quesadilla!


12:48 PM  
Anonymous Guy with a Really Bad Problem said...

I just want to make it clear that I am not suffering any "internal" bleeding. It's only when I ejaculate that a little blood comes out, so it's all "external."

As my bestest buddy in the whole world Deroy Murdock, "Patron Saint" of GWiMMRN would say (before gargling a gallon of cold rooster spooge): "Celebrate my diversity. Grow up."

12:54 PM  
Anonymous Rooster said...


1:07 PM  

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