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.

5 comments:

Blog ho said...

did he?

5:21 PM
Blog ho said...

http://www.encyclopediadramatica.com/index.php/Image:Noaim.gif

10:05 AM
Alekx said...

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

I've been hanging around Ho to much me thinks

3:21 PM
Sharon said...

no comment.

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

1:18 PM
sarah said...

haha.. i laugh.

9:31 PM

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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.