Archive for February, 2008

*tttthhhTTTHHHWWWOOPPPPPP!*

*OOOOOOOO!* My gonads!

GWiMMRN:

A)  Beverly D’angelo’s old blonde pubes.

B)  Beeping from some unknown place, but somewhere nearby.

C)  The sudden cessation of the beeping.

D)  Crotch kick.

E)  High-pitched screaming and urinating all at the same time.

F)  More beeping, accompanied by a vibrating noise.

G)  A big fat cock kick.

UPDATE:  The answer may now be H) The entire run of McHale’s Navy, of which I watched every episode but can’t remember a single one of them in particular.

Folks, there’s no time like the present… toguesswhat’sinmymouthrightnow!  You know why, folks?  I’ll tell ya.  Because I’m forehead-deep in a Mountain of Crap.  That’s right.  There’s so much going on right now, I don’t even have time to chew watermellon bubilisious. 

So, get your toilet-paper Sherpas and climb the Mountain of Crap.  GWiMMRN:

A)  LOLA.

B)  Dimlah Tea that’s too hot to drink.

C)  The mistake of deciding to live with room-mates who are not your family and who feel like they own the joint and can do whatever the fuck they want.

D)  Colic!

E)  Martyrdom.

F)  My old job, re-purposed as a new one, like a shot-rag re-purposed as an ascot.

G)  More work than you can shake a stick at.

H)  The Big Fat Cock of Life.

MY PENIS HAS A PLAN FOR VICTORY.

MY PENIS BEATS THE PANTS OFF THE COMPETITION.

MY PENIS NEVER HAD A BAD DAY IN HIS LIFE.

EVERYBODY LOVES MY PENIS.

MY PENIS IS IN A MEETING WITH YOUR WIFE AND CANNOT TAKE YOUR CALL RIGHT NOW, BUT YOU MAY LEAVE A MESSAGE WITH MY BALLS.

ALL GOOD THINGS COME TO THOSE WHO SUCK ON MY PENIS.

MY PENIS IS A CAPTAIN OF INDUSTRY.

I have acquired an offspring.  He is magnificent.  You will learn from him.  Guess what’s in his mouth right now:

A)  Little fingers.

B)  Diaper wipe residue.

C)  Buh-buh-buh-breastmilk.

D)  A Plan for Victory.

E)  The multi-billion-dollar baby industry’s BFC.

GO TEAM!

WOO HOO!

Like anyone really should give a flying fuck.  What you should give a fuck about is what’s in my mouth right now:

A) A Superbowl party marred by a wife-beating after the home team bites the big one

B) A Superbowl party marred by someone’s ejaculate in the Lit’l Smokies

C) A Superbowl party marred by the pizza guy coming late because he ran over an old lady on the way to the house

D) A Superbowl party marred by a diaper full of yellow baby shit landing in the chips

E) A Superbowl party enlivened by a big, fat cock