greazey_bob

Of all the roach motels in Guam she walks into mine, orders a pixy stix and says she's pregos with 500 of my eggos.

Why did the chicken nugget erode the crops? Because blogs damn. And processed sugar. And fleece.

If brevity's the soul of wit, honesty the best policy and laughter the best medicine, then why do long fake farts always murder in the courtroom?

I'm just gonna go out on a limb and say it. Okay, here I am out on this limb. It. It it it. It it, it it it. It.

With great power cums comes great responsibility. With great Chinese food comes stale fortune cookie. Do you see?

My shrink said I should apologize to all those I've wronged in the past. Sorry guys. The next round's dog pee!

Welcome to status symbol land, where the elite meet to eat. Please grab a baby eagle kebab and join us at the bonfire.

If you ain't got no money take your broke ass home, this be the RICHman's disabled donkey race.

Jogging? No thanks. I will sprint through a meadow at midnight. I will run this company into the ground. But no jogging

Either I got mad jock itch or else my ringworms got some scabies on its genital warts.

So what if she's a one trick pony? Six second Rubik's Cube blindfolded on a unicycle is a killer good trick for a pony.

Hi Colin! Great to have you here on the forums. Get ready for the ride of your life. Phone Booth was tight!

Scat Cat McGillicutty fucked a pack of silly putty, but gently & with much care so that the putty felt special & appreciated

Pity fuck me Dido. Ahh, fawn loss that she was. Imagine us the window washer, measured on the sill pon crunchied tide

And our mind still always goes to scaramouche scaramouche will you Ducca fans tango.

My cum tree tis of seed, skeet land of jizzlery, on thee I schwing!

Run forest, fetch porridge, deliver us from dry storage, pulp friction, fuck orange, vitamins and seed

Ask not what your cum tree can do for you. Ask what you can doo-doo for your cum tree. Yes, shit on your cum tree.

After mini long years filled with epic nanoseconds blasting whispers fossil record spins Victrola's search for tonic.

Trick or treat us, smell my fetus, give us something good or beat us, whips and chains, ass or brains, just to feel alive

Must be nice, crusty rice with a side of red-tailed rusty lice. Put that in your Skype and stroke it

Do these genies make my ass crack look fabulous or what, now how's about them hairy cankles?

The best things in life are freebasing snipe, weed blazing nights, and me tazing wife

unbuckle me knuckles and suckle me fuckholes and pass the parmesan

Cindy was running drills with her birds. Mostly speed and agility. A stopwatch being heavily involved. Time trials. Medals were handed out. As the birds maneuvered through the obstacle course their captain cow girl and lady luck shot towards them with a semi-automatic air rifle to simulate combat environment. If one of the pigeons did ever get knicked and feathers flew, Cindy would yell out swarthy and demoralizing comments about how their mother was a filthy maggot. This wasn't your Dirty Grandma's pigeon cadet corps