We didn't bring snacks

we didn't bring snacks.  we had curly fries. it might as well be known that we later considered it the day of the curly fry.  Tasted like potatoes they did.  Fucking salty potatoes.  potatoes so salty they make you wanna go fuck a puddle(at the very least) in an attempt to regain at least some of the moisture lost by the body.  we like our curly fries this way.  reminds us of shit. fuck.

Dung beetles say...

Movies based on encyclopedia britanica would be good if it weren't for all the words used in the encyclopedias. How the fuck does one take a shit with all that mess laying about


-- Posted from my iPhone

your ass smells

if a woodchuck could chuck wood i wouldn't give a fuck.
whose gay ass is giving a fuck that a woodchuck can chuck?
it wouldn't surprise me if that fucker can chuck some wood - he's called a woodchuck you fuckin' fucks.

taste it...its good.

When I do flips on my trampoline it angers the most fanatical of religious fanatics because it is exactly
the flip that reminds that fanatic that there is no religion that could condemn a person from doing such a thing.