GWiMMRN, I'M GONNA SHOOT MY GOO! Edition
Ohhh...
Mmmm...
Yeah. Oh, oh wow...
Guess...
Guess what's in my mouth right now...
Before...before I...
Oh boy...
A) The murmured words, "Good baby...nice baby...keep that up, baby...oh God, baby...fuck yeah...oh, man...get ready...I'm...gonna...I'm gonna...it's gonna happen...I'm...I'm GONNA SHIT!" *FRIPPPPPTTTPTPTPTPTPPPSSSRRRPPTTPTPTPT!!!!*
B) A blumpkin
C) A form of communication that should've been regulated for content long ago, mostly because of the disgusting antics of some sick fuck who shouldn't be allowed to communicate with anyone
D) A soapy sponge tied to a stick
E) The father of the bride
F) The adorable little ass hairs writhing sensuously around the bride's chocolate starfish
G) That nice cuntfaced lady who runs the laundromat
H) The big, fat cock that you can't stop thinking about
UPDATE: *ungh ungh ungh*
Mmmm...
Yeah. Oh, oh wow...
Guess...
Guess what's in my mouth right now...
Before...before I...
Oh boy...
A) The murmured words, "Good baby...nice baby...keep that up, baby...oh God, baby...fuck yeah...oh, man...get ready...I'm...gonna...I'm gonna...it's gonna happen...I'm...I'm GONNA SHIT!" *FRIPPPPPTTTPTPTPTPTPPPSSSRRRPPTTPTPTPT!!!!*
B) A blumpkin
C) A form of communication that should've been regulated for content long ago, mostly because of the disgusting antics of some sick fuck who shouldn't be allowed to communicate with anyone
D) A soapy sponge tied to a stick
E) The father of the bride
F) The adorable little ass hairs writhing sensuously around the bride's chocolate starfish
G) That nice cuntfaced lady who runs the laundromat
H) The big, fat cock that you can't stop thinking about
UPDATE: *ungh ungh ungh*
posted by My Mouth at 11:18 AM
11 Comments:
I never heard of this "Internet" before.
What is it? And can I see sexually explicit pictures of women on it?
Ya!
You use the soap like so...
rub it on the waterbuck's stinky peepee like so...
Ya. Then you shoot yourself out of sheer disgust.
Good. Very, very good.
I don't see what's so disgusting about a blumpkin.
I really don't.
That guy purporting to be some sort of professor probably isn't one.
I really doubt that college professors would talk about animal penises, let alone give instructions on how to wash them and subsequently commit suicide.
Of course, that bushbuck's penis really could use a good scrubbing. I can smell it from here! It's horrible!
Actually, I haven't thought of that big, fat cock in at least five minutes.
Of course, now that I mentioned it, I'm thinking about it right now! Ha ha!
Isn't the human mind amazing?!
Ya, I really exist. I am a real professor here at Gaseous University in TrubblewitmyBowels, Germany, a kilometer from Ffahrtenoffften.
No, the human mind is NOT amazing.
It can't be amazing if it can come up with this awful, one-stop-shopping-for-sick-minds website.
I hate this website.
I hate it.
Ich ein bin Blumpkiner.
I was ready to forgive the kitten thing.
And the racism thing.
And the Jesus thing.
And the thing about the penis, or whatever it was. I forget.
But this...making fun of blumpkins and...and the bride's chocolate starfish...it's it.
It's the last straw.
I'm sorry, but you've lost a reader.
Why?
It...it doesn't...it doesn't matter I...I'm gonna...
I'M GONNA TAKE A SHIT!
AAAAAHHHHHHOOOOOEEEEEEEEE!!!
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