Not sure. But I’m still pulling it out…
My asshole. I think I dug too far.
A sexy boy.
A warning label (telling me to not over-inflate), and a weird valve I can not figure out.
This is where my username came from
Same thing happened to me once. Dang.
The city of Budapest.
A classified document purporting that “Wilson” on Home Improvement, is really Cecil Adams!
How’d that end up?, if you mind my asking.
Indeed. We must know…
Cue Chuck Berry: My Ding-A-Ling
My bellybutton is too shallow to hide anything interesting.
One time I caught my son digging in his bellybutton, then smelling his finger. I asked him what it smelled like. After he recovered from the embarrassment, he said “nothing”. I said, “I bet it smells like poop.” He said, “nu-ugh, it smells like cheese.”
You’ll have to tune in tonight for the exciting conclusion, after I get back from work and seeing the doctor.
I’ll let you know, as soon as I remember where I left my belly-button…
The remote control for my stereo.
Hey, didja hear about the politically-incorrect stereotypically stupid person that thought “asphalt” was a birth defect?
Myself, I pulled out Mary-Kate Olsen. I’ve no idea how she got in there, but I’m currently in the process of forgiving her for not putting out a 2006 calendar for my bedroom door.
In a hot tub filled with green jello.