Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Toit Grannies

me: i hate grannys with fake legs
him: i hate the ones with the fake tight pussies
me: i know!
him: i like going in up there
him: all
him: UNH
him: u tight, granny
him: u rill tight
me: stop

Ask me if he did. WRONG.


Blog ho said...

did he?

Blog ho said...


Alekx said...

Okay I'm strangly turned on by that....

I've been hanging around Ho to much me thinks

Sharon said...

no comment.

I can't think of any.
It's so ...existential.

citygurl said...

all I can think about are mothballs.

Sarah said...

haha.. i laugh.

About Me, Not You

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.