You’ve never shot a Golgothan poop monster before, have you rookie? It ain’t like putting bullets in paper targets.
I’m a hippie, I don’t bathe. Ever.
“I heard Playboy was opening a Club in the Amazon Jungle…”
A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith doesn’t prove anything.
– Friedrich Nietzsche
a Goatse groupie.
Sarah was unclear on the concept of mascara.
"No, God, I said I wanted to be the next “It Girl!”
“Well, now that Colleen is through, she says the results are negative.”
“Thank heavens! And doctor, I have to say, when you said ‘colleenoscopy’, I thought it was a mispronunciation.”
I have to say… for an Uruk Hai… she’s kinda hot…
…for an Uruk Hai.
According to the psycho fecophiliac clock, it was five past ten, ratshit motherfucker!!
If rhinos could fly.
So that’s what happens when you poke a bloated deer carcass.
Head On. Apply directly to forehead.
I’m in ur mud
Getin durty.
“SAVE THE FECAL COLIFORM BACTERIA! POSITIVE OUTCOMES FOR THE GRAM-NEGATIVE!” – The Last Days of PETA
“Yes I’m into coprophilia, you have a problem with that?”
Dammit, open back up. I lost my ring.
Only the charter Gettysdope folks will get this:
“Mudgirl at 20”
On Mud-Wrestling Night, Bimbi’s career as a Playboy Bunny took a sudden and dramatic upswing when Hef discovered his previously unrealized fetish for unshaven pits.
Well, OK, but I’m still not convinced Harvard’s worth earning my tuition money like this…