Vote for My Mouth
Forget about political parties or candidates or ballot iss-hues or any of that crap. They don't matter. All that matters in this world is what is in my mouth right now.
Today, vote for My Mouth. You will not be disappointed.
GWiMMRN:
A) That fruity guy at the voting place with his too-big suit and his miniture testicles.
B) 30 minutes of non-stop BJ's at WSUX -Indiana.
C) A long brown stick sliding into a hot hot hole.
D) The nickel slots.
E) Bananarama and their platinum blonde pubes.
F) The song lyrics, "I'm your penis, I'm your fire, at your desire."
G) A trip down memory lane.
H) Fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fish.
I) The Man from F.I.S.H.
J) A big, fat fishcock.
Today, vote for My Mouth. You will not be disappointed.
GWiMMRN:
A) That fruity guy at the voting place with his too-big suit and his miniture testicles.
B) 30 minutes of non-stop BJ's at WSUX -Indiana.
C) A long brown stick sliding into a hot hot hole.
D) The nickel slots.
E) Bananarama and their platinum blonde pubes.
F) The song lyrics, "I'm your penis, I'm your fire, at your desire."
G) A trip down memory lane.
H) Fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fish.
I) The Man from F.I.S.H.
J) A big, fat fishcock.
posted by My Mouth at 8:37 AM
8 Comments:
MY PENIS WROTE THE BOOK OF LOVE.
I am quite offended by the obviously FALSE and MISLEADING statement made on this website.
I am your penis. Not that other penis. Me. We've had such great times together, and I don't understand why someone would try to break us up.
I...I really like those nickel slots.
Ohh...oh boy...
You're about to hit the jackpot!
*ungh ungh ungh*
*SSSSPURRRTTTT!!!!*
*UNNNGGGGHHHBBBBLOOORRRRRPPP!*
Ew. I spooged and puked at the same time. All over myself.
*tp*
*tp* *tp* *tp*
Hey, that doesn't taste half-bad.
*tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp*
Mmmmm!
I'll have to see if I can sell this.
*tp* *tp* *tp*
Look: I came back, even though I already told you that you'd lost a reader.
But that guy who ate his own semen and vomit really just went over the top. I mean, really. What the hell is wrong with you people?
I refuse to be enfolded by the puffy testicles of Docturd Infinity. You've lost a reader.
Get help.
Decisions, decisions!
Who shall I vote for now?
Can I write in Helen Thoma-
*EEERRRGHHHUNNGHBLORRRRPPP*
*UHGUBBLORRP*
Ah, ah, ah.
*OHHHGODDDSSPEEEWURRRNGHHH*
*pt*
Ew. Sorry about throwing up all over the ballots. My miniture testicles are just throbbing!
It's spelled "miniature."
Not "miniture."
Shit-tasturs.
You're conflating apples and oranges here.
Stop it.
Just...
Just stop it.
Ho hO!
DocTURd iNFinITy herE!
i havE EScaPed fRom The CLUtches oF tHe EVIl SoFTeeToilETPAPEr maN!
lADieS anD GentLemEn! enJoY my SMELLs!
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