A one-man sleeper cell bent on bringing America to third-world status. All men are equal in mud huts, thinks the community organizer.
Say "Jamba" to my little friend, Barry -- that's what I think.
Even yenta, the left-of-SOHO former defense attorney, thinks Oblamer is a commie who has gotta go.
My 7$ target referred to the premium pricing I hope to one day charge for my "services." I can only get $5 today if the bathroom stall doesn't have a door.
See what I did there? Made the guy out for a molestor and serial killer, all in a single headline!!! When you can't beat them with facts, go dirty -- that's what I always say!
Living larger...superior racist...Yahoo, I want my yenta ID back...curahee
Look at me! Look at me! I just typed a whole thread of sick posts using multiple IDs to make it appear like more than one person participated!
I accused myself of being too optimistic...how funny is that?
Sometimes my poo doesn't taper...if it's a big loaf, the sound of my cheeks slamming shut is audible...unless I'm wearing my special undergarments...living large!!!!
He took me when I was very young. His lips were as lush as that sound system that seemed to play "It's Raining Men" in a perpetual, hypnotic loop. Songs like that -- and those from the Village People -- emboldened us, until the AIDs and Anita Bryant whizzed in our orange juice.
Those were the days.
called "Forrest Hump," the story of two hirsute semisims who became aroused by the sight of money and once got it on behind the mutuel clerk's window at Calder. I not only produced, but served as the fluffer. I had just finished readying the little hammer and tormenting Big Ben when Calder security crashed the set.
Now you know the rest of the story.
I will log out and log back in so you can respond...
of a deep-fried, oral orgy...really lubes the pipes...curahee!