Thursday, March 15, 2012

You Know Who…

previous post: TyPEW!



  1. Blech, I just pictured Flames’ moobs… How in fuck will I get to sleep now?

  2. Are they working balls Beatus? Or a lil dysfunctional?
    At you Bacch, think of Beatus’ balls.

  3. Too late, crusty, too damn late.

  4. Of course you are. How sad. Anyone else want to get this one? Pss! MsAnne!

  5. Stop sucking up to MsAnne. It’s kind of pathetic.

  6. My balls are still fully functional. It’s my sanity that is a bit dysfunctional.

  7. Should probably clear this up as I don’t like people thinking I’m gay, not that I have anything against gays, so long as they stay away from me. The reason I asked about your balls is cos it helps to build a personality before you jump in and name them. They could be gay balls and your wife could be a filthy lie. Or they could be blue balls cos your wife left you for a black man. Or you could be missing one from a baseball accident in which case they’d be foul balls.

  8. Say, everybody, have you seen my balls?
    They’re big and salty and brown.
    If you ever need a quick pick-me-up,
    Just stick my balls in your mouth.
    Oooh, suck on my chocolate salty balls.
    Put ’em in your mouth.
    Put ’em in your mouth and suck ’em and suck ’em.

  9. @Oh, but it was so funny last time….

  10. I’m not sure who you’re talking to, Hawkbit, but your comment doesn’t really make much sense. I am also struck by the reminder of why everyone ignores you, and I think I will go back to doing just that because you have absolutely no redeeming qualities that justify me losing the brain cells I do when I engage in a conversation with you.

  11. I miss all the good shit. Are we still talking boobs here?

  12. yes. you are all a bunch of talking boobs.

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