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Ahaha…
Yup, that’s the same sound your mom was making when she was gagging on my schlong yesterday.
Ahaha sounds like lol’ing… Is your schlong so small then?
WIN!
Didn’t you see my schlong then when you came home while I was giving it tot your sister last Tuesday?
Next time you should leave u alone.
hahahahaaah FAIL
If it’s as small as it sounds I’m guessing he probably didn’t see it…
Why Tuesday?
Tuesday was the first day that came to my mind. I couldn’t say yesterday because that was the day when I was banging someone’s mom. Two bangs on one day isn’t always healthy.
Virgin.
porka’s schlong is tiny, porka’s schlong is tiny!
“Two bangs on one day isn’t always healthy”
I bet you have man-boobs, don’t ya?
Every boob is sacred.
man-boobs? *masturbates*
Girl masturbation? *(slight pause)* Oops, no need to masturbate. Never mind.
Sweet. She’s jilling off.
Rollin the bean
Pattin’ the bunny
Stimulating the clitoris.
Buffin’ the muff(in).
Double-clicking the mouse.
Rowing the little man in the boat.
Poking the pie?
Double-entendring the tenders,
entrancing the entrance,
and entertaining the inner ‘tain.
Tweaking the vagina nipple.
Finger-boxing with “Marvelous” Marvin Waggler.
Nesting the comments below the level.
Slightly using the rubber Fist
Dialing 999
Opening the 25th hour
Making the Ho-Made BBQ sauce
God-Referencing the Hause
Feeding the picky eater
Euphemising the Euphemism
Ok. I’m done now.
Are you sure?
Airing the orchid
Spending the night with your five-fingered friend
Wetting the whistle
Nuzz the fuzz.
…erm…nevermind that last one, ‘kay?
Wow.
::netherminds::
Scratching like a DJ
Flipping through the yellow pages
Needing some dick.
Diddle with her skittle!
porka… that’s a female pig here
(ok ok porca)
Yup, the pig with (man)boobs.
BURN!! BURN!!
… we don’t need no water
let the motherlover burn!
burn, motherlover, burn!
what’s this i hear about you having a small penis?
Spreads like wildfire, doesn’t it?
As history, recent and past, shows, religion is much more efficient at killing people than worries.
Way to kill the mood…
DEATH TO ALL INFIDEL MOODS!
^ a killer to believe in
Dangit, killer…I had a really great infidel mood going there, and you killed it.
Pllbbbt.
Jihad me at “Dangit”, Dragonwriter.
Shiite, there goes my Sunni mood.
That was the bomb. (Praise Allah!)
Awww, brilliant! =D
Your mood has just arrived here. I think it’s gonna stay
a while. Please don’t worry. It’s gonna be alright.
RELIGION SUCKS. SATIN RULES!!!
Yes, Satin is smooth and soft to the touch.
Ah, so you are a follower as well? but obviously not a Failblog veteran.
*nods and glares and Kurt*
Hey! Don’t you know it’s rude to kurt someone?
that’s what she said..
hail satin
/pentagram
Satin? *masturbates*
“Nights in wet satin…” *sing*
I prefer silk, but whatever maintains the bouyancy of your aquatic vessel.
The correct answer is blue velvet.
A shade of which is aqua velvet?
Heineken? **** that ****! Pabst Blue Ribbon!
Don’t you ****** look at me!
Mine sails on the backs of the souls of murders baby seals. Murdertastic!
Everyone knows animals don’t have souls.
And, yes, I’m aware that humans are animals.
So when I sold my soul for that jell-o shot…
???
…you totally came out ahead on the deal.
I hope you kept the receipt.
Sometimes a wind blows
and you and I
float
in love
and kiss
forever
in a darkness
and the mysteries
of love
come clear
and dance
in light
in you
in me
and show
that we
are Love
_____
(”Mysteries of Love,” lyrics by David Lynch, music by Angelo Badalamenti, from the Blue Velvet soundtrack)