Click, my peoples, click on.
poopknuckle.
what do i, as a middle school child, know about fjord crossing?
Worms don't get distracted.
Imagine how horrible it would be to have that big ant ass, but tiny ant anus!
Don't lay in bed and sweat the cheese!
I like less "scuttle" and more "butt."
There's some kids that'll never be born.
You'd best boil that child in milk.
It doesn't take much goat fucking to have a good time in Mexico.
My boobs never speak, and they're together all the time.
Cold air is like a breath mint for your insides.
Boogerschnitzel
You'd better swiffer the chamber pots.
The eagles of Christ have flown the coop.
You're ass-clownin' around!
If pennies came in millipennies, it would be worth every millipenny.
If I were a pumpkin, I'd be all over that sh*t.
Don't dip your arse in my coffee.
viewed guinea pig costumes.
Quincunx
Last night, beloved icon, journalist, radical, and hometown boy Hunter S. Thompson took his own life. Thanks for all the insight, colorful phrasing, and the visions of bats my hubby gets whenever he takes codeine. You lived your life as you pleased, and had every right to die the same way. We'll miss you, you heartless bastard!
posted by MsHellion @ 12:18 PM
1 Comments:
I'm feeling pretty old about now. Hunter S. was one of my inspirations -- party hard and leave the guns in the trunk.
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