The Stench Of Inevitability
Oh my ALLAH!!!! What an ABSOLUTELY PUTRID double-entendre! I just puked up ALL my stomach contents, a vital organ and 2 pianos! I’ve heard that serial necrophiliacs would recoil in horror rather than entertain such a thing! “Bulbous-nose Bill” probably has no olfactory to be offended, but I’ll wager you’ll be getting “blow-back” from this posting.
“Blow-back. Now with more piano!” Bwah hah hahahah!! Great comment, Bear, and that was awesome, Earl!
Hows about insipid scent ……she’s a cross between a harpy and a dogs breakfast…oh and Bill? Google his name and you get serial sexual predator…..
God help us…
BLB, is that “dog’s breakfast” AFTER its been “processed” by the dog’s digestive system?
Absolutely PB, thank you for noting that. I have such a visceral dislike of these creatures that I sometimes fail to highlight the finer points.
Merci mon ami!
Dont think burning tires and dogshit will cut it
I’m thinking it smells like last week’s tuna sandwich stuffed in a sweaty sneaker.
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Looks like Bubba’s finally moving the old bitch down the road!
The same car hood on top which Chelsea was conceived (also where Slick Willy perfected his cigar trick).
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