"Do you have a license for that cucumber?"
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hungryinconway — 2 years ago(September 22, 2023 02:22 AM)
How dare you mock and disrespect me. Prepare to be stalked and harassed for the next thousand years, and one. That should be long enough for me to get warmed up, if my sister survives long enough to fund me.
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hungryinconway — 2 years ago(September 21, 2023 11:19 PM)
What a generous relative, to buy him tickets out of their own pocket. You know, since airlines don't give out free tickets to their employees, let alone their employees white trash human garbage family members. Now he can fly down to the local Piggly Wiggly to collect his weekly receipt in style.
Also, no way in hell some ****** who is terrified to even ride in a car would ever get on an airplane, and even if he did, as fat as he is they would require 2 tickets.
The Lion does not give a fuck. Bring. More. Sheep. -
hungryinconway — 2 years ago(September 22, 2023 02:25 AM)
I'm going to Disneyland next year, maybe, to meet Monicah alone while my sister and the fat mexican stay down the street out of sight, maybe, if we can save up enough money and my sisters feels like going, maybe, and the relative who works for the airline gives us free tickets like I said they could do, maybe, and my fatass is brave enough by then to get on the plane, maybe, and they don't require 2 seats for each of us, maybe 3 seats for my fat sister and her fat mexican.
We might go to Vegas too, maybe.
The Lion does not give a fuck. Bring. More. Sheep. -
hungryinconway — 2 years ago(September 22, 2023 02:52 AM)
I'm gonna jab the space needle up mah ass.
Having a relative who works as a baggage handler for the airlines is awesome. Free ride, baby!
Great expectations, indeed.
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The◇Mechanic — 2 years ago(September 22, 2023 02:20 AM)
Bill worked in a pickle factory. He had been employed there for a number of years when he came home one day to confess to his wife that he had a terrible compulsion. He had an urge to stick his penis into the pickle slicer. His wife suggested that he should see a sex therapist to talk about it, but Bill indicated that he'd be too embarrassed. He vowed to overcome the compulsion on his own. One day a few weeks later, Bill came home absolutely ashen. His wife could see at once that something was seriously wrong. "What's wrong, Bill?" she asked. "Do you remember that I told you how I had this tremendous urge to put my penis into the pickle slicer?" "Oh, Bill, you didn't." "Yes, I did." "My God, Bill, what happened?" "I got fired." "No, Bill. I mean, what happened with the pickle slicer?" "Oh…she got fired too!
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