Hmm, I wonder what he's whispering in her ear...
Maybe it will help if I suggested they had recently listened to this album:
Friday, September 09, 2005
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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.
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You show that sketch of me to the police and I'll rape you again.
"Look baby, if you are going to paint me nude, could you at least add a couple of inches??"
~K
i only fucked you cause ur white, baby
CHARLIE MURPHY'S COOKING JOHNSONVILLE BRATS!!!!!!!
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