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Lol!
Rofl!
Snoffle!
Snorkle!
*swims away admiring the fish*
RIGL!
Wiggle!
Giggle!
Smiggle
Figgle!!
But it isn’t Wednedsay
Dr Hump is ready 24/7
this doctor make house calls
He’s just a mudder phuqer.
His father was a mudder.
und deine mudda
it is in humpty town
They are making sure every day feels the love. They all get jealous of Wednesday getting all the lovin’.
♫Alice the camel has one hump Alice the camel has one hump so go Alice go.♫
Thanks.
Now I have that Black Eyed Peas song stuck in my head.
Welcome to the world of the ear worm.
Now you may feel a little sting.
*hears piano music*
Make it stop!
*she tuna fish*
What a lovely melody. ♪
It works well with the scales don’t you think?
Made my day start on a good note.
I like to do these things with minimal fuss
Sister, you don’t know the half of it.
So that’s how zombies are made!
Is he a bone doctor?
He’s a boner doctor. His partner’s name is Dr. Wood.
I bet he’s known for being really anal-retentive.
I boned-up on this subject. Now, I’m an s-expert.
Wow. Must have been a heavy [inter]course load…
Yeah, I really had to bust my hump to get to the head of the class. My professors laid it out for me: study hard or get screwed.
It sounds like they really laid down the law.
Well I’m proud of you for doing it. Was the oral presentation hard?
Yes! I practically had to get down on my knees and beg them to let me pass. But, it worked out okay in the end.
Sounds like you went out with a bang.
Yup, I really penetrated the glass ceiling.
You nailed it. Bravo!
Damn you two, get a room or something.
Well, at least he is a doctor. I wouldn’t trust just anyone to hump me.
*emerges from under Leila’s skirt*
It’s alright, I AM a doctor.
…
Well, in fact I’m a gynaecologist and this is my lunch hour.
*good thing I wore my tights today*
Failpeeps are NOT for nomming!!!
*runs*
*gets in line to be Czuhc’s lunch next*
I’m shocked! Shocked, I tell you!
You can be shocked at the back of the line then. I was here frist!
*hopes the ‘frist’ typo was intentional*
*prays fervently*
*crosses fingers*
*rubs rabbit foot*
*closes eyes tightly*
*bites lip*
It was.
*squeeze*
*wipes forehead with back of hand*
WHEW!
*supaspecialFridaysqueeze*
Is that the hunchback model?
And another crappy Dr. Pepper Commercial is born.
Get up off me back
Save your heart attack
Ain’t nobody is humpin’ around
No matter what they say
No it ain’t that way
Ain’t nobody humpin’ around
He smokes a Camel after the job is done.
That is mean, call PETA someone!
*looks @ jam*
PETA!!!!
What?
Pita bread with hummus?
I pita the fool who has to eat that.
I wanna pita da pie.
Pass dat chick a pea-ce, will ya’?
You’re going to find that many of the truths we cling to depend greatly on our own point of view.
The force is strong with this one…
May the F= m x a be with you
*wonders if you make the copay in $1 bills*
…put in the Dr.’s g-string
should we put on some Barry White? ♫
I prefer Marvyn Gaye for some hump healing.
The examining table vibrates.
The stethoscope is shaped like a peaness.
The hand sanitizer is baconlube.
Anybody got his office number? I need a -er- check-up.
1-800-HUMP-DOC, of course.
*runs off to make an appointment*
Make sure you ask for the lube job.
I’m gonna ask for the physical.
You should check out his package deal first.
Do you think the French will share with us poor Americans? Clickie!! WS of course – it’s all I can access.
Ahhh the independant
Awesome article!
*does double-take at Leila’s name*
Gee — can you spot what’s missing?
Hi!
You have gone red all over now!
That’s hard to accomplish too since I am somewhat brownish.
*gives Leila a rousing round of applause*
*bows while covering bum*
Thank you.
Thank you.
Curses! Foiled again!
*tickletickle*
*poke*
*poke*
*poke*
*poke*
You poke, you pay! We’re serious! :[
We poke, you pay!
*poke*
*tickle*
*giggle*
Put it on Marius’ credit card. I’m serious. :[
*pokes Ms B*
*pokes Leila*
*giggles*
*giggle*
*giggle*
*adds stilletto order to Marius’s credit card* :[
You girls are doing to put poor Marius in the poor house.
*rummages underground*
*returns offering many platinum cards*
*won’t say where they came from*
They’re “doing” Marius? No wonder he hands over the credit card so freely!
Hayyyy I have credit cards too!
*lets out a primal scream*
*savagely attacks his previous post*
*
safety**thrashes the ‘d’ into a ‘g’*
*goes after its family*
Hooray!
‘Somewhat brownish’? Does that mean you’re Tan? Beige? Mocha? What? What?
Yes.
Leila is sweet chocolate flavored.
[Homer]Mmmm! Chocolate![/Homer]
Failfriends are not for nomming!!!
*puts away tartar sauce*
*hangs head in shame*
Tartar sauce?
(She eats chocolate with fish and tartar sauce)
*grabs fish bowl*
*hikes up skirt*
*takes off 3 inch heels*
*runs the hell away from MSB*
There’ll be a sharp rise in travel to France if that’s where they found it.
You just need to go where it says G on the map.
Geneva? Are you sure?
*considers taking a French lovah*
*wonders what the firemen in Paris are like*
Considering it’s France, smokin’.
*books flight*
Interesting article!
“Women who believe that they have a G-spot often report that it seems to move around a lot. This time, it must have moved to France. ”
I snerked.
♪Dream of Californication
Dream of Californicatiiooonnn♫
*dry humps the mushy*
Woohoo! This is better than a squeeze!
Aplogies. I don’t know what came over me.
*♥ felt squeezies for the mushy*
…
Not sure he minded hun!
♪ Do the Humpty hump… ♪
How did that happen? Did someone put a quarter in her..?
*digs through pockets for more quarters*
*looks at the butta cow*
Who is mushy referring to?
Frottage has a long history here on FB.
*nods*
Long and distinguished.
*snork*
*childish giggles*
Wonder if he does the ‘Humpty Dance’ after finishing with rounds…
“The Humpty Dance, it’s a trance, DO THE HUMP!”
He limps to the side like his leg was broken,
Shakin’ and twitching just like he was smokin’
…Crazy-Wack-Funky…
People say ‘You look like MC Hammer on Crack, Humpty…’
Iatrophobia – fear of going to the doctor or of doctors.
And, just for fun:
Xylophobia – fear of wooden objects.
Friday Bonus:
Macrophobia – fear of prolonged waiting.
I like my humping like my martini: dry.
You can add your humor to that list as well.
And, quite possibly, his skin.
Please! I didn’t go to 7 years of medical school to be called “Mr. Hump”.
I know I’m going to miss the cuddle puddle today as I must go hom to finish passing a kidney stone, but I made these for you all and wanted to make sure you get them.
*drops off gallon of S’more-tini’s and platter of cream cheese brownies*
Love you guys. Bye.
*skaweeze*
*SuperBbBSqueeze*
I am sorry about the stone. I know how painful it can be that’s why I kept mine.
*removes the creame and eats brownies*
*feels funny*
*giggle*
*giggle*
*giggle*
*squeezes Boppity*
Hope it goes well.
Oh, you poor dear!
Get well soon, sweetie 3Beezies!
*superhardsqueeze*
Fail? more like win! XD
seconded
Maybe they are ambassadors from the Democratic Republic of Hump…
Run forrest, Run
I’d tap that
Humpy Dumpty sat on a wall…