........Along with Masers Butt cheeks. As the AMISH Commandos watched in horror.
........Along with Masers Butt cheeks. As the AMISH Commandos watched in horror.
Don't Let the Bastards wear you down. Gen Joseph "Vinager Joe" Stillwell.
Auch du lieber Gott, Jebediah!!!
Dat gorilla lookin' thing ist screwin' dat dried out mummy in da diaper!!!
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...then, they were astonished that what had flowed from Moochelle actually re-hydrated Maser! He unfolded, then his skin began unshrivel and become as smooth as a TBDL's behind. Everyone stared... in amazement or disgust no one knew, but...
Gentlemen may prefer Blondes, but Real Men prefer Redheads!
Deep in the heartland a worn out dog crawled under the rickety wooden stairs of a shabby old camp trailer.
Where are we going and why are we in this handbasket???
The dog was an evil hybrid of Ferd's head now attached to the reanimated corpse of a poodle. The tired Ferd-thing thought it smelled it's long lost sister under that trailer, but...
Gentlemen may prefer Blondes, but Real Men prefer Redheads!
...it was actually Mark Suckaturd, founder of the social media site Faceplant
FERD dog started humping Marks leg feverishly. Hoping for a TREAT..........and a Happy Ending..........
Don't Let the Bastards wear you down. Gen Joseph "Vinager Joe" Stillwell.
We need to get you back to your sister, boy....last I heard she was shacking up with Otis Fenderbosch over in Cooterville.
Where are we going and why are we in this handbasket???
"But that'll have to wait." Suckaturd continued, "The show is about to start!" He began to peer intently through a knothole. Inside the decrepit trailer congressman Chuck 'the schmuck' Schumer, Jeff Bozos (founder of Amazunk) and Jack Dorkey (Twittturd CEO) were about to...
Fuck that!
Ferd-dog tore Mark to pieces and had a good breakfast to get him started on his trip.
I'll go to Cooterville by myself....sumbitch.
Where are we going and why are we in this handbasket???
Guess who won't be giving me no more 30 day bans ferd-dog thought to himself as he trotted down the dirt road to Cooterville.
Where are we going and why are we in this handbasket???
Originally Posted by Krupski
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the hideous mongrel cried out "AMISH JIHAD"! ! ! before sinking its fetid teeth into the mailmans ankle
(wich reminds me i saw an honest to goodness rottweiler/dachshund mix tother day, most hilarious thing ive seen in a long time)
"And how we burned in the camps later thinking, what would things have been like, if every security operative, when he went out at night to make an arrest, had been uncertain, whether he would return alive and had to say good-bye to his family?"
Not now Otis, I ain't in the mood....ferd's back around cauzin' trouble!
The sheriff and his smart-alecky deputy came down to the diner asking if'n I seen him...bout got me fired again!
Where are we going and why are we in this handbasket???
Soon, the Ferd-Dog-Thing began to feel strange. Suddenly, it became dizzy, then vomited from one end and had explosive diarrhea from the other end. Why? Something it ate? Ferd soon realized that he was suffering from Suckerberg poisoning, a condition that usually proves fatal if not treated promptly. Ferd ran his options through his mind. Then, he decided his only chance at avoiding a hideous Suckerberg death would be to...
Gentlemen may prefer Blondes, but Real Men prefer Redheads!
....get a rectal vaccination from Dr. Analface Foulcheeks.
"Just need a big dose of Penis-cillin" Ferd-Dog mumbled. "It's fortified with vitamin semen."
But the side effects noted "cat dog" could result from the vaccine
"And how we burned in the camps later thinking, what would things have been like, if every security operative, when he went out at night to make an arrest, had been uncertain, whether he would return alive and had to say good-bye to his family?"
Just a few blocks away three jet-black GMC Yukons with black tinted windows pulled into the parking lot of the EATS diner.
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An imposing figure with slicked back hair and mirror lensed sunglasses stepped out of the lead SUV. After scanning the area, he adjusted his glasses and spoke into the sleeve of his leather motorcycle jacket:
"This is Diceman, contact the white house and inform President Skeletor that 'operation fart-knocker' is on the ground in Cooterville. Will update when we've located patient zero for the Suckerberg outbreak..." He paused, then added sarcastically: "...you FOOKING whore!"
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