Tuesday, March 20, 2007

*Shudder*

Watching that retard cry for Sanjaya made me feel sick, like a priest had just taken me into his office and stuck his finger deep into my anus. Like up to the last knuckle.
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6 comments:

Dale said...

I didn't feel all the knuckles. Not this time.

9:41 PM
Coaster Punchman said...

Are you sure it wasn't a dry fisting, N.V.?

8:18 AM
Dale said...

All this sweet talk, people will say you're in love!

5:59 PM
N.V said...

Dale, you want knuckles? I'll give you knuckles. Which public toilet in Toronto do you prefer?

8:57 PM
Dale said...

How is that when you talk to me like that I get as moist as a snack cake down there but when the cops say it, I just tense up Dena? Come and get me.

9:55 AM
Coaster Punchman said...

All right, I'm not sure if I should laugh or vomit. Maybe a little of both?

1:50 PM

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