I blew a huge futsy in a crowded elevator at the Bar Mitzvah National Bank in Downtown Windhoek this morning. Five Nigerian internet scammers died and the others simply chucked their cookies.
I love cinnamon with the political lies I’m forced to eat.
When I fart during formal dinners at Buckingham Palace, I face my buttocks away from the Queen (as is the protocol) and allow the gaseous emittance to waft out slowly and quietly toward Prince Phillip. Don’t you?
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add one..wat?
Nov 6th, 2007Yes.
I mean, yes.
Am amused.
That is one hell of a simile.
Nov 7th, 2007I’m glad you like it
Nov 7th, 2007I made a giant futsy
Nov 9th, 2007It smelled up my car
It blew my wife out the door
and now I’m in a bar.
haha funny stuff
Dec 9th, 2007OK
Mar 1st, 2008I blew a huge futsy in a crowded elevator at the Bar Mitzvah National Bank in Downtown Windhoek this morning. Five Nigerian internet scammers died and the others simply chucked their cookies.
I love cinnamon with the political lies I’m forced to eat.
Mar 2nd, 2008When I fart during formal dinners at Buckingham Palace, I face my buttocks away from the Queen (as is the protocol) and allow the gaseous emittance to waft out slowly and quietly toward Prince Phillip. Don’t you?
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