If you rearrange the letters of POSTMEN…
They become VERY ANGRY.
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If you rearrange the letters of POSTMEN…
They become VERY ANGRY.
A riot broke out at the local Renaissance Faire. Things got pretty ugly, but luckily the authorities intervened before anyone could start luting.
I went to a store where they use explosives to create jewelry.
As I entered there was a loud “bang.” It made my earring.
As I watched my two-year-old drag his naked bottom across the carpet, I realized that perhaps I overestimated the transferability of the toilet-training skills I had initially honed with our puppies.
I love eating chocolate chip cookie dough from the tube. My boyfriend loves licking it off my nipples. Win-win!
If you’re walking around carrying a sack of your dog’s shit, the dog has already won.
Apparently a red light outside a whorehouse doesn’t mean the same thing as at a traffic light. Blue balls seem universal, though.
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket. Then tell it that unless you get a cool half-mil, you’ll sell to the highest tabloid bidder those embarrassing photos of it puking naked in the alley.
You’d think my girlfriend would be more open to anal sex, considering she’s thoroughly enjoyed my kissing her ass all these years.
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