McDonald's hamburgers taste like masking tape. Appreciate that comment.
I wouldn't worry about it. Behave yourself and eventually you'll get paroled. Remember, it ain't gay if it's in the stay!
Probably not a bad thing, unless you slam it in a car door, or get it hung up on fence. You know, the usual dangers associated with having a mutant Chernobyl clit.
Shocked and confused I tells ya! I was shocked and confused! Momma knows good and well that this is my 70s show sanctuary...only upstairs and not downstairs. I mean come on mom! I didn't think you had the stamina to make it up the stairs, that and you scared me when you turned the light on! Of course, I'm not shocked or confused staring at my bush hog of a mother's gaping black hole, but climbing up the stairs to my private rat hole sanctuary BLOWS MY FUCKIN' MIND!!!
1000% real?!?! Sweet Jesus! That's 10 times more realer than the rest of this fake ass shit on here.
Yes you are, the same kind of bastard I am, and what kind of bastard am I? The kind of bastard who used the ex wife's pony tail to my wipe my dick off.
Do what? Lie about leaving my short balding fat ass and small dick hanging out in the hope that my super hot milf mother in law checks it out because I secretly hope she wants to gargle with it instead of laugh at me? Sure, doesn't everyone?
Relax, it's no secret to them, they have met your previous girlfriends before.
I wonder why anyone would go through the trouble it takes to put up a pornwhore's pic then claim it's his mom? Is it just merely for the adulation from the audience? Do you get a warm fuzzy feeling in your crotch when all agree that they would indeed stick there dick in the grab bag of stds you claim is your mother? Even if she was the sow that squatted and dropped you, would you really get anything out of every guy, except your father, telling you they would love to work over that slutty fuckhole in whatever truckstop shitter they found her in? Although, to be fair, I can see how having a bottomless jizzbucket for a mother has it's advantages. Like uh...oh, getting rocked to sleep every night by the rhythmic banging on the wall between your bedrooms until 2 am. Getting to meet three or four nice men who plowed mommy throughout the week, and then getting some quality one-on-one time with them as they take you to school. Being able to say not only is Mommy pretty, but she's responsible too, otherwise you would be sharing your creepy studio apartment with 7 or 8 little brothers or sisters! Which in turn, makes you feel good, out of all the little "accidents" that happened, you're the one she decided wasn't a "mistake"! Ah...isn't that sweet? Truly worthy of a Hallmark card if I don't say so myself.