You thought this was going to be some juvenile joke about testicles or butts, but it turned out to be a physical gag about talking tits.
I come from a family of divorce and I turned out just
child murderer fine.
How has your weekend been and how much fatter did you get? My answer for both is 5.
I’d let a pedophile watch my kids long before I’d let a Francophile. There’s no way I’m letting my offspring eat snails or laugh at Jerry Lewis.
The same thing happened to me once except it was a black guy and she went willingly.
Today is Thursday so that means there’s only one more day left until you can get away from your boring job for the weekend. Too bad you have to spend it with your family.
Will Principal Paxton ever be able to win Rhonda back? For starters, he should really get those moles removed from his scrotum like she said.
He used his second round pick on Ray Rice. And why is a cop doing a doctor’s job?
The only thing more irritating to a living dinosaur than this is the theme song to “Land of the Lost.”
I babysat once. For some reason the Lindbergh Family didn’t feel I earned the previously agreed upon payment just because I “lost” their baby.