“So would I, but I don’t think there is any room left in my ass.”
But you fuck one sheep…
OK, I’ll do it.
The bad news is I’ve been trying to call you since yesterday
Mom’s on the roof.
Was it moose cock?
It’s going to take some time to drag this guy over to Oak St.
okay, where’s the library at,* asshole*?
“Oh, no, this is just ice cream.”
Her son’s dick tastes different.
So the dog says, “Should I have said ‘DiMaggio’?”
“I’m-a not-a talkin’ ‘bout my sex a-life. I’m a tellin’ you how to a-spell a-Mississippi”.
Funf.
I take it, then, that “Arf!” means, “No!”
Oh, doughnut seeds!
“Your light was on.”
And, by the way, it’s a Porsche, not a porch.
“Smith, you swap with Hoskins. Hoskins, you swap with Jones. Jones, you swap with…”
every time she spreads her legs you see a light go on.
“…ever since that cue ball, he measures everything first.”