Smoking kills, Liberal, so this qualifies as wishing death on everyone. The consequences will be dire if you do this again. The consequences will be even worse if you make this wish while holding the Monkey’s Paw of Al Hazar, which grants wishes but carries a terrible curse.
I once pooped out a nickel, but I don’t remember ever eating one.
I want to know why you were rummaging through your fecal matter. And were you wearing gloves? And could you feel something … odd… leaving your rectum at the time of passage?
Inquiring minds want to know.
Rectum?
Damn near killed 'im!
Thank you … I’m here all week.
How’s the veal?
Sucks.
And fuck the waitstaff too.
I am woe to the vail.
No. No, they don’t.
Speaking of rectums, mine’s been leaking a bit lately. It irritates me (not to mention irritating my anus). Any ideas on what I should do?
Five pennies?
A dime and piss for change?
Money comes out of my ass. So why am I complaining? Because it’s a very serious medical condition.
On a lighter note, bones of six bodies were recently found in New Mexico.
That reminds me of the joke about the pet monkey and the pool ball.
Oh no, not another butthurt thread!
And that reminds *me *of the time my dad got drunk and abused me.
Hey hey now! This is a FAMILY board!
It’s odd that so many retail clerks resist accepting cash dispensed from your ass.
I once swallowed an nickel, but I don’t remember ever pooping it out.
Bend over, I’ll check.
Stopper, gum rubber, unbored.
SWAG, #6
It has a wife board and two little baby boards at home. [/shamelessly stolen from Dave Barry]