A Big Creamy Ending
That's all you want out of life, isn't it? A big creamy ending.
ooo. The fucking implications.
GWiMMRN:
A) My raging libido.
B) Albie the Squirrel's testicular cancer.
C) All those creamy things you shouldn't talk about in public.
D) Conan, the Cimmerian, whose crown sets heavy on his muscular fucking head.
E) A shiver intended for YOU.
F) F you.
G) A big, fat cock's creamy ending.
UPDATE: Go soak your head.
ooo. The fucking implications.
GWiMMRN:
A) My raging libido.
B) Albie the Squirrel's testicular cancer.
C) All those creamy things you shouldn't talk about in public.
D) Conan, the Cimmerian, whose crown sets heavy on his muscular fucking head.
E) A shiver intended for YOU.
F) F you.
G) A big, fat cock's creamy ending.
UPDATE: Go soak your head.
posted by My Mouth at 2:25 PM
16 Comments:
Listen, if you don't want to BE here, then why don't you just go home?
Nobody's got a gun to your head. It's not like you're in the military or something.
BLOW IT OUT YOUR CAKE HOLE.
I was just trying to be helpful.
Well, you're not BEING helpful.
Fine. Last time I try to help.
You know, you're not making a whole lot of friends here. Nobody likes a mopey Gus. I mean, name one person who likes you. I'll bet you can't think of one.
IT'S TRUE. I DO.
My Penis is a Captain of Industry doesn't even exist. He's just a manifestation of YOU. Everyone knows that you write that blog.
If you're trying to cheer me up, calling me names and accusing me of talking to imaginary friends isn't helping.
In short, that CAKE HOLE comment goes for you, too, Jesus.
You're invalidating my point by being obtuse and absurd.
Fine. You're all alone in the world and nobody understands you. Geeze. Nobody knows what THAT'S like.
Sarcasm doesn't fit a messiah.
I make jokes about all sorts of things that have yet to happen to me. Why would only the BAD things happen? Here, I'm making a joke about recieving a billion dollars, tax free.
Why won't THAT happen, and the testicular cancer would? Is that the way the world works? That only BAD things happen? Here, I'm making a joke about rescuing all the refugees in Darfur. Why would testicular cancer happen and not that?
As I said, BLOW IT OUT YOUR CAKE HOLE.
You should just go home.
Fine. I will.
But before I do, guess what's in my mouth right now.
I guess D ... do you want to live forever?
I love you mouth, and your crazy comments... the web sundae too... I even laugh at your captian of industry site sometimes (but don't tell jesus.)
I heard that.
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