What does Jeffrey Epstein serve for a Christmas dinner?
Holy infant, so tender and mild.
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What does Jeffrey Epstein serve for a Christmas dinner?
Holy infant, so tender and mild.
I’m just a kid at heart. A huge-titted, porn-watching, masturbating kid.
A friend of mine just texted his girlfriend Ruth and told her that it’s over between them. I can’t believe that he did that over text.
He’s Ruthless.
“Come On Eileen” is probably my favorite 80’s pop song about bukake.
Two things: 1) HDTV is not “Hard Dick TV.” 2) Costco doesn’t like it when you bring a vibrator to look at HDTVs.
Why is the Bible like a penis?
You get it forced down your throat by a priest.
My wife can’t figure out why I love staying up late to do our taxes. What she doesn’t know is that my process involves writing “I.R.S.” on the forehead of a blow-up doll and repeatedly ramming it in the ass.
I was at the museum, and I suddenly saw my ex on the other side of the exhibition hall. I didn’t go and say hello though.
There was too much history between us.
What is a pirate’s favorite letter?
You might be tempted to say “Arrrrrrr” but a pirate’s first love is the C.
If Saddam Hussein ever kills me with mustard gas, I hope it’s the yellow French’s kind, and not that brown Dijon stuff. I always hated that foo-foo gourmet crap.
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