Well OKAY then…
Oh, for Christ’s sake! Does this Well of Depravity [patent pending] have NO bottom? Fumunda! I was about to have a nice cracker and cheese snack. But not anymore!! NNNooooo. Not….any…f&^%ing…more.
I didn’t think to include Crackers. That would’ve been funny. Sorry about the snack. I love cheese myself. It’s cow mucous but I don’t care. Even when it’s all gooey and melted. Yum!
I hear that was one of Kevin Spacey’s pick up lines. “Duya feel Fear Fumunda? Well, do yah, kid?”
“Cheeses? We don’t need no stinking cheeses.” And the kid skipped away.
They make their own penicillin. But it is lost to excessive wiping since Joey is a testicle-shitting imbecile.
All old double barrel Joe needs now is a yeast infection and he could make cheese crackers.
But he lost his crackers…
“…Can you tie them in a knot? Can you tie them in a bow? Can you throw them over your shoulder like a Continental soldier? Do your balls hang low…” (with apologies to all who served in WW One)
Wait……..what??!! So does that mean that Krazy Drunken Unkle Shotgun Joe is ball-less? He has a man-gina? Where are the moobs?
Yes to both – they were separated and the Balls became semi-sentient (equal to Joe) and started to rampage – swinging wildly to and fro, smashing anything in their path. Luckily, every contact brought more crushing pain to the Balls than the victims and soon the Balls were lying spent on the sidewalk, doubled over in agony. Joe jogged over to collect them for reattachment but he was too late as the Police had shot his balls full of holes and they died right there in his arms. Really sad scene. Joe was able to successfully harvest the longer pubes and will ceremoniously display the new plugs at the funeral.
Much Love to Curmudgeon at Political Clown Parade. I Am Honored, Madam.
A Fellow Texan Who Loves German Shepherds, Like Me
A Tremendous Honor from the Mothership
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