Author Topic: A Touching Love Story  (Read 1813 times)




HIS WEIGHT IN GOLD.

I don't think Hugums can be measured LawtyLawt

Speaking of poop.
I clogged my Tommy with 5 days on no flushing and ferbreeze up the anas.

Speaking of poop.
I clogged my Tommy with 5 days on no flushing and ferbreeze up the anas.

Gotta make sure that poop chute is clean for the ladies.

Gotta make sure that poop chute is clean for the ladies.
Oh I get it because he'll eat them

Oh I get it because he'll eat them

Well his stuff don't stink I must admit.

My stuff smelled like, hot sauce.
It wad like diahrea too.
forget you new york fries and your poutine.
« Last Edit: May 15, 2012, 04:17:38 AM by Kilser »

My stuff smelled like, hot sauce.
It wad like diahrea too.
forget you new hock fries and your poutine.
Hungry enough to eat your own stuff eh?

Hungry enough to eat your own stuff eh?

He could pass it off as Indian Curry. No one can tell the difference.

He could pass it off as Indian Curry. No one can tell the difference.
I can't make a witty statement about that.
So I'll just say Gaben was his father.