It’s getting the the point where you can’t even say “I need a big nasty bitch with a fat stinking ass to slide her Christmas slizz down my meaty pole until I bust my juice ALL OVER my fucking BALLS!!!! Or I’m gonna DIE!!” Because not everyone celebrates Christmas. Give me a break
I’m being visited by 3 spirits tonight — they all came in a screwtop bottle and could peel the paint off your little red wagon, that’s for sure!
Best part about it? Nobody’s around to tell me what kind of jokes I get to say! I can finally say whatever the hell I want! Women are
Let me get this straight. My bank account is overdrafted, my agent won't return my calls, I have a lot of bumps on my leg that itch and hurt at the same time and there is nasty white stuff coming out of them, my ex-friend is suing me for poisoning, and there's a new game of thron