8/30/06

Conspiracy Theory Bump Day Edition of GWiMMRN

There's a lot you don't know, bub.

GWiMMRN:

A) Loo chat.
B) Conspiracy Theory, with everyone's favorite anti-semite.
C) 77 hot Bavarian Cream Pies.
D) Paranoia the Destroya.
E) The fact that My Mouth is your only option left, which isn't really a conspiracy so much as a truism.
F) A really and truly disgusting MySpace profile which will be sure to prompt the Feds to close the Internet down for good.
G) My big, fat Greek wedding cock.

10 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm pretty damn sick of being called "bub" by you, fella.

9:28 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I didn't know that Julia Roberts was an anti-semite.

Jewish people! Huh!

9:29 AM  
Anonymous Turtle Enthusiast said...

I don't know what's so disgusting about that MySpace profile.

The real crime is that the website that originally hosted the large version of the photo of the turtle genitals took the photo down.

Bastards.

9:31 AM  
Anonymous The Fat Kid's Younger Brother said...

It's enough already.

E-NOUGH.

I've been waiting patiently for my seventy-seven hot apple pies for a very long time now, and I'm so hungry that I've resorted to eating my own feces for sustenance.

My older, heftier brother gnawed off the leg of a single mother and dunked it into the fryolator out of starvation. I won't tell you what he did to their children, but it's unspeakable (mostly because he didn't share with me).

I want those hot apple pies, and I'm not waiting a moment longer. I'll squirt my older brother's warm, loose stool ALL OVER THIS FAST FOOD ESTABLISHMENT if I have to.

9:36 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

*ring ring*

*ring ring*

*ring ring*

Hi, is this 911?

Yes, I have, well, a problem. And a quesblun.

My problem is, I have my erect penis stuck inside a chocolate cake, which is in turn stuck in a bushbuck's stinky vagina.

Yes. And so, well...is the cake salvagable? I mean, can I serve it to my dinner guests?

Hello?

911?

Darn.

10:35 AM  
Blogger My Mouth said...

I don't know what the hell is wrong with you sick freaks.

And I do not care what the problem is.

Because the REAL problem is the complete lack of focusing. Enough about pirple tirtel penises and 911 calls. I provide the options. You provide the guesses.

DO. YOUR. JOB.

11:15 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I would eat that cake.

If I was invited to the party, that is.

*sigh*

11:16 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I. AM. NOT. BEING. PAID. ENOUGH. TO. DO. THIS. JOB.

11:34 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

By the way, you weren't invited to the party precisely because you're the sort of person who would eat a chocolate cake out of a bushbuck's stinky pussy after I'd fucked it.

The cake, not the bushbuck. I hope I've made myself clear.

No offense.

11:35 AM  
Anonymous Miles Patrick Shepards said...

I see you are still telling your little in-jokes.

Probably at my expense.

*sigh*

Do you happen to have any more pictures of that pirpel tirtel penis?

11:43 AM  

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