Archive for March, 2008MY PENIS IS A BIG DEAL. THE JURY IS IN AND THE VERDICT IS MY PENIS. KNOCK KNOCK. WHO’S THERE? MY PENIS. AT THE END OF THE DAY IS MY PENIS. LET’S HAVE A FRANK DISCUSSION ABOUT MY BALLS. MY PENIS CONQUERED THE DARK CONTINENT THAT IS ERIKA MEDINA. MY PENIS IS A CAPTAIN OF INDUSTRY.
Mar
25
2008
GWiMMRN, I’ll Pay You When I Feel Like It EditionPosted by: My Mouth in BIG FAT COCK, FOCUS YOU FUCKCHOPS, GROW UP, MOUNTAIN OF CRAPAnd if you don’t like that, you can SUCK. MY. DICK. *pause* BLAM! GwimmRN: A) A caramel covered rice cake that was as delicious as a buttermilk fart sandwich (Heather Mills’ ass cheeks are the “bread” to the buttermilk fart sandwich, doncha know). B) Transaction fees. C) 50 ants writhing and dying in a lil’ plate of honey. D) *crunch* *crunch* this is good honey what’s in it *crunch* *blorrrp* E) Things never to say to people whom you owe money who may be carrying a gun and who may have been drinking all night. F) Frank Discussion, P.I. G) A big. Fat. Cock. BLAM! THE FORCE IS STRONG WITH MY PENIS MY PENIS, DO OR DIE MY PENIS SUPPORTS DRILLING FOR OIL IN ALASKA MY PENIS IS ALL THE EASTER CANDY YOU WILL GET THIS YEAR ON THE THIRD DAY, MY PENIS ASCENDED TO THE HEAVENS; NOW PAINT MY BALLS DO NOT ROB ME OF THIS MOMENT MY PENIS IS A CAPTAIN OF INDUSTRY
Mar
10
2008
gassssss…Posted by: My Mouth in *ssssppppiiiirrrrrtttttt*, FOCUS YOU FUCKCHOPS, Mouth Junior*frrpt* That’s right, folks. FARTS. Mouth Junior is all about farting these days. His FI, or Fart Intelligence, is higher that your IQ. And he’s just an INFANT. Imagine his Farting Intelligence when he reaches your old age? He is the master. You will learn from him. But, sometimes, he can’t fart. And this troubles him. Yes, it does. It troubles him more than global warming troubles Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Mouth Junior’s epic battles with his infantile gas-release system is the subject of this day’s GWiMMRN: A) The Fart that Just Won’t Come. B) A lot of stomach contractions but nothin’ doin’. C) Crying, yelling, screaming at the top of one’s lungs. D) Finally, a short flutter blast. E) The series of luscious farts that finally escape the steel trap that is Mouth Junior’s colon. F) Screaming and crying anyway, as if the volley of farts that ensued was just not good enough. G) A big, fat cockfart. MILK. I MUST HAVE MILK. That’s what Mouth Junior says, every 1-3 hours, depending on his little mood. MILK. GIVE ME THAT LUSCIOUS, TASTY BREAST MILK THAT I CRAVE. *ssssppppiiiirrrrttttt!* GWiMMRN: A) Breast milk, not mine. B) A slightly dirty breast pump. C) MILK. D) Uncontrollable screaming that seems amazingly disproportionate to the reason for the screaming. E) The sense that the milk is not forthcoming, and the tangible frustration that this sense produces. F) A milk fart so loud, so powerful, that the neighbors called to ask if everything’s alright. G) A big fat milkcock.
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