WHAM_BAM_CHEDDARBONE

I spilled scalding hot coffee on my dick and I liked it, hope my boy friend don't mind it.

Ten pounds thick and not two cherries left in the quarry! By 'ole shoegum its a pibsi-wiggle!

There once was a great catch phrase "What's up, hot dog?" It was amaze. It was a craze that made acclaim but back to hell from whenst it came! And in the dark a new phrase sparks, And soon endeared whithin our hearts... "SCOTTY? YOU GOT-HE! HOW WE 'DOIN SHARKS?"

I've got a bran new pair of roller skates, you've got a very unfortunate task of scraping me off the sidewalk. Please give blood today!

Let's give the blood bank the CBB BUMP! For reals.

Tits-On is equal to Dead-Nuts.

To be clear let Me rephrase this: this Me rephrase let be clear to!

Itsy-bitsy, teeny-tiny, stuck way up in your vagi-nee!

Unlock those boobs and let me have a turn!

What if that one Lenny Kravitz show was on Groundhog Day, and Phil Connors was up front...would that be funny or what?

Eating Out daily has worked wonders for my relationship.

Dick is the original Fidget-Spinner; he and his progressive wife thought a hyphenated last name "would better honor the separate cultural treasures embedded in the rich heritages of Ima Fidget and Dick Spinner."

Forsooth! Last, 'twas cosmic erroneous tilly-fodder, all assumption as to connotation, or rather, to elucidate not mere contrivance nor nittle-picking, lest, ramble-rousing, was since, suddenly, but not expediently, put to test against time and tide until...at long last...against all odds, the last joke farted its way into existence, and for the briefest of moments...lingered.

Deez nutz don't run!

Hey diddle diddle, the laws have changed, and you're not getting away with that fiddle.

Ten fingers, ten buttholes. You do the math.

A friend who won't let you pick their nose is no friend indeed.

Lindsey Lohan LOVES leftover lasagna, lustily leaking lubricating liquid, lusciously licking little laps like lollies, lying lolita-like lifting long lace leggings...lost in lurid labia.

Trounced and perplexed he lay once erect, now degraded and flecked by a particle mess. That was WAYYY too much stool softener for one person.

Lett's all breath a sigh of relief, and try to remember how much less annoying things will be when we're dead.

Pardon me? Would you have any outdated Grey Poupon references?

It is factually accurate to say, "Thousands of people wiggling their genitals at any given moment." Sometimes hope comes from the least expected places.

Never throw gas on a butthole fire.

I'll tell of the withering worth of your girth by how mighty my monstrous mirth.

Roundish meats do sure entice, but flounder flat without a slice, to add to jowels-deep delight, insist NOVEMBERRERY PIES!