-welve punches to the groin. Hot damn! but his little mushroom package turned out to be unexpectedly dodgy. Predictably, he rubbed some ketchup on his groin for the photo-op

little boy. He began to cry, but I just stomped on his feet, which didn’t do much because we both were barefoot since we were at the pool when I had my epiphany. So I kicked him to

They were kind, but they couldn't help me with my seasoning dilemma; they only ate meat raw. As a last resort, I consulted the Board of the Afghan Hounds.

Gianna, disgusted by the homophobe's prejudice, wanted to teach the schlub a life lesson. She went to give him a wedgie, when she read across the band of the boy's underwear,

Then, he slipped on a banana peel, and accidentally broke every single bone in his and his son's bodies :(

seemed to deflate. almost as if it was a second suit, a mask. then slowly with great difficulty something climbed out of the shell of the beast and laughed

The whispering edge of the libtard's pendulum blade came closer and closer to my innocent white hairless chess, but at the last moment some badgeless ICE Bubbas rescued me from the

concensus heard a rumble from the roots of the world.

I always tell myself that. It's true, though, isn't it? это было в 19 веке; and that, it most certainly was. After all, what work of art would use asbestos as its coloring?

The beast was scary... :O

barney the dinosaur. Boris Johnson was very happy now

"Come out, come out, wherever you are..." Rang through his head, "FINE, I'LL COME OUT!" He said, "I'M GAY!!"

This is the story of a minecraft bee...

(Made by my brother) There was a shark tank sitting right next to the sea of apple's newest computor.. and the shark tank exploded.

be penetrated in a most ungentlemanly way by Brutus "The Baton of Baton Rouge" Hallmerhartt in the Third Act. The caper was to take place during intermission. Holmes puffed away.

The jar also happens to be my toilet, insect bait, and "smelling salt" to stir myself when I'm in my usual drunken stupor. I call it my Swiss Army Jar.

be the best at my craft! Though... now that his smile was facing me back, it may have been too good. The painting was looking oddly realistic, and seemed to be growing more so by

reached my hand out blindly for the wine glass. I hit my mark of course. One more drink and against the advice of my lunch I called Mitch Redfeather out on a date. He called me a

Veranda and the other contestants screamed, though they were only fruit they can feel things too. And being cut by a rusty dagger was a pain they would all remember well.

around with fortune cookies from The Golden Claw. I was more confuzzled than ever, partly due to skyrocketing MSG blood concentration and partly due to existential dread. Luckily,