No it's about the floating horse racing through Jupiter on a one way ticket through the cosmic stations of multiple orgasms, while simultaneous sphincter adjustment induced by the sight of naked old men fishing with their Viagra rods.
Good sir I concede defeat and eat my fries in the corner while simultaneously getting called out of the shitters by an angry beaver who happened to be the potatoes lover.
Shit already hit the fan dude! And for sure now it'll be getting good. I can guarantee it.
That's sounds like the cogs of industry turning dead men to their bellies while plowing little daisies in rabbit poop.
I thought it sounded more like rice cooking under a star filled night sky during the Anus Festival of Sudden Intrusions 2.
No it's about the floating horse racing through Jupiter on a one way ticket through the cosmic stations of multiple orgasms, while simultaneous sphincter adjustment induced by the sight of naked old men fishing with their Viagra rods.
No it's the drivethru when they don't have any fries so you rage quit and throw your drink at the one attending the window then say,
Hahahahaha
Good sir I concede defeat and eat my fries in the corner while simultaneously getting called out of the shitters by an angry beaver who happened to be the potatoes lover.
I'm suddenly reminded of the time we hired a rare monkey to do our taxes but she ended up having kittens on the school bus.