"Am I a sexy pillow?"

"Am I a sexy pillow?"

pillow talk". I reached for my headphones but my pillow had other ideas. My pillow said it had taken a pregnancy test and was expecting cushions. I told the pillow "I don't need an

extra goose to get married, I'm not a one pillow guy. But the pillow has a memory foam that won't quit. It never stops reminding me that's it's always been behind me. But Pregn

ant Joan needs my pillow to put between her legs to support her growing stomach. The pillow whispers my secrets to her in the night. In the morning Joan tells me that she's begun

To look for uncles. Ants roam kitchens and bathrooms in search of uncles. Anchovies can thus also be called unclechovies.

Don't though, they don't like it. We could also imagine uncle-eaters and unctuous uncle porn. As for the ants, just leave out some boric acid and bait and the bad pun ants won't bo

ther showing up. But, is that all there is to life? Porn and insecticide? Or was it incesticide? In any case, we won't bother you with unnecessary ramblings or tiresome

recounts of fleas mating with family members as the clouds of DDT filtered into their lairs. The main thing is that they're dead, and there will be no more itchy dogs or immoral

scratching going on around here...or there. Wait... A little to the left. Ahhh, yes. Oh wait! Don't stop! Down! Down! DOWN! Ahhhh... Ahhhhh! (This is never going to end, is it?)