my dog has no nose.
...you don’t have a dog.
ok then, your dog has no nose.
beware the fetid donkey cheese! it consumes with a hitherto unknown passion for the art of kanly.
beware the wife with the hitherto unknown passion for dropping acid in her husband’s morning coffee.
yo yo yo my skanky ho!
i be keepin it real wit my gangsta homies aight! chilly willy, funky monkey, yo...da. biatch!
i think mr ps2 needs a nice, relaxing coffee bath.
here’s something interesting. today i knocked my ring against a window and i freaked that i’d be blamed for damage, but the window was fine.
in fact, it turns out that the stone in my ring now has a small scratch in it. i thought that diamond was the strongest substance there was.
what do you think that means?
in hindsight i would have bought talc.
am i beginning to lose some of my boyish good looks?
it’s like someone built a car out of ugly sticks,..
,..and then backed it over your head.
oh dear, listen to this poor loser, "naughty girl desperate for good spanking..."
"turn ons: chips, dips, chains and whips. turn offs: candlewax on the nipples."
why is my mobile number printed with the ad?!
happy unbirthday antlered one.