The band Gay for Johnny Depp has a song that ends with the line, “if you’ve never read a newspaper and you want to be all you can be, join the army.”
“I see the problem, your AP is in the Faraday Chasity Cage. Closing ticket.”
I have that same urge when my GrubHub order gets switched to another driver.
Are you asking if your rock hard sphincter can handle the diarrhea from eating it, or if you could boof the sush’ and destroy it with your powerful hole?
But can I whip it into a cum meringue?
Modern hearse drivers get so mad when you hotbox that shit.
Incorrect. I think for both it’s:
It’s honestly just a quick Google.
“I’m in love with the loaf of you.”
At least with puppygirls, you both enjoy rubbing her face in the puddles.
This damned planned obsolescence! They just don’t make kids like they used to.
Very true and I should have been more specific.
Anyone putting corporate technology into their bodies is just asking to get Black Mirror’ed. I always thought it would be cool to have my body replaced by a sick robot, but I know I’ll never be rich enough to afford the cool one. I’ll just be in the Hyundai Bodi or whatever.
“Single white wizard looking to conjure a woman from thin air. Thin being the key word, no fatties. Must love pondering orbs and long beards.”
I just love a multilingual portmanteau!
Yeah, but air mistresses give really good blow jobs! I’ll let myself out…
I always thought telepresence sounded like a school of magic.
That’s what I was thinking. I always thought it was so pregnant women could get in faster or something functional like that.
Punchline in Brazil!!
7 feels like he’s screaming throughout all timelines at once, so yeah. Him.
I get to post Moth versions of Loss and I get a free ticket out of this place? Sign me up!