a bouquet of penis
Have your girlfriend or gay lover take a deep wiff. Depending on the gender of the recepient, it can smell either like sweet vaginal nectar or hershey highway road rash.
I'm all for being tied up and endure slight physical abuse for sexual arousal as the next guy. But hey, no one can top being crucified, poked with a spear, and whipped like a Roman criminal like Jesus. He is the original S&M extremist.
Halloween approaches and I get this pic sent to me. It looks like someone is giving birth to the famous porn star Ron Jeremy. Funny, I thought Ron Jeremy only plunged vaginas with his enormous penis, but it is still funny to see a wee little blonde hide the entirely of Ron's hedgehog-like body.
The proud communist party will have you belive that a toilet can have a 4 star rating just like the Hyatt. The service is beyond belief. A maid will clease your toilet prior to your taking the throne. The sound and scent you extrude will be muffled by folk music and sweet incense. When you're done, a dainty little caretaker comes and wipe for you. Just make sure you have the leg strength to stand half-erect while someone is rimming your anus with rough silk.
It is fitting that the US national monument, which has always stood for American penis might, is now bespeckled with a drapery of Trojan. No, not the mighty warrior who sacked Troy, but of the ribbed and studded variety. Well, now at least when we go around fucking other countries, we are well protected from their filthy diseases.
This is the world's ugliest dog. It looks like a rat that I found in my garage, shaved with an Epilady, then dunked in some cornmeal and fried after hours at a local KFC where my friend worked. Somehow it also has an eerie resemblence to the martial arts master in Kill Bill.
Q: How do you circumcise a whale?
"A wedgie is a schoolyard prank in which one person grabs the back of the waistband of another person's underwear, while he or she is still wearing them, and pulls them up. This wedges their underwear between their butt cheeks. A wedgie can be painful, depending upon how hard it is... more..."
My birthday is coming up, and I want a big candle on my cake. In fact, I am wishing for Mount St. Helen's to blow up on my birthday. Nothing spectacular, just some brimstone and fire in the sky, and an ash trail visible in China will do.
Drink beer, get bush. That's a promise. At 12% alcohol content, its going to get you into a plush she-bush or a sonny boyish man-bush. Savor the flavor of the perfume of hops tinted with a bit of whiskey, and later the scent of clams and chocolate highway.
Will that trophy celebrity wife of your still be a viable alternative to viagra and a hole in a ripe pumpkin 40 years from now? Will Jessica Simpsons ginormous areolas swing like a grandfather clock? Will Paris Hilton's axe wound be so documented that scientists can create time-lapsed photos? Will Tom Cruise finally come to the realization that Scientology really is based on a science fiction book like the Bible and the Koran, and not based on fact?
Hey Jesus. If you are going to take your followers to wherever you take them, can you do so quickly? Really. Fuckers that say shit in your name is really killing me. They knock on my doors to give me "The Watchtower", talk about some guy named John Smith and the Moron Church? Take your kiddie molesters and go, dude! Please! They bother me. Let me smoke, drink, and watch bestiality in public without judgement! I like to see high school kids fornicate on school grounds as I video tape them for later use. Underaged Girls Gone Wild rules!!!
Dieting is easy. Take in less than you expend and simple body mathematics will take care of itself. Genetically disposed to be fat? Move to Ethiopia; where not a single fat person is in sight. Why? No food = no fat. No one in Africa can show the crack of their ass by just bending over to pick up a stick (the stick being the most techinically advanced device in that region). Of course, these apply only to those who actually are wearing pants.
Talk about false advertisement. Not only did I not get high once chewing this, one of the flavors tasted like stale toe fugus.
"It leaves no bad taste in the back of the throat," the one on the right said to the one on the left.
My friend Mark said my blog isn't work safe. I asked him which one? The fat chick? My bald head? The occational semi-nude pre-op transvestite?
When a beatuful woman pick up a rolled up dollar bill off your face with her breasts, it's a wonderful thing. When she squeeze her cleavage revealing the flesh sandwich that same rolled up dollar bill, you wish you were Mr. Washington on that dollar. Yes, men are pigs. And we like our boobs.