It turns out it wasn't a human finger in the Wendy's chili after all, it was actually Rasputin's penis!!
Mmm mmm, good. Chewy, too.
Monday, April 25, 2005
Wendy's Restaurants Reassure Public With Free Frostys And A Sprinkling of Pubic Hair
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About Me, Not You
- The Chief
- I was christened Wannahockaloogy by our tribal leader. He was a bitter old man with throat cancer who believed that, to truly hock a loogie, one must not retrieve the phlegm from the throat, but from the soul. His weakened, delirious state made it easy for me to overthrow him and seize control. Now, I am the chief and I have internet access. Beware, delirious smoking populace. Beware.
4 comments:
who's the babe?
Jesus - is that the start of some sick, but entirely watchable, porn flick: 'Blonde presenter does preserved dicks of the evil and famous'
He was packing it seems.
*gag*
lol
I would so watch that porn.
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