I don't own a couch so I flogged myself and carved an image of the virgin mary onto my penis, so that I will also remember my shame. Then, I drank half a bottle of nyquil to ease myself to sleep, curled under my warm blanket of remorse that I wove from hair collected from every ex girlfriend I have ever had. Someday, I will be able to look at myself in the mirror, but not soon. Not soon at all.
I don't own a couch. I didn't think it was a complex sentence. I won some big chairs and I built a platform for my bed. I am a handy man, not a...candy man.
Well, you got caught with a flat, Well, how bout that?
The couch is like the staple of bachelor living. What single, straight male doesn't own a couch? Both Jerry and Kramer had a couch... Perhaps it's you who braids Fulsome's hair and sings Rogers and Hammerstein tunes.
You haven't seen my bed yet. Then you would understand why I have no couch.
In my defense, Joey's apartment didn't have a couch until Rachel and baby moved in. I think. I can think too straight right now the dayquil is really kicking in. Joey 'porked lots of babes', to quote Bri-Bri Boi Biotch.
And I would just as soon kill Rogers and Frankenstein as look at them, to say nothing of listen to them.
Stop fucking around with the qurans and subject those poor gitmoed bastards to a few days of that and they'll tell you their whole gay infidel confession.
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That was a good one!! i was Linus.
Is that another TKE?
That is my actual brother. Well, one of them, anyway. As for the total number of brothers I have, the exact amount remains shrouded in mystery.
I don't do boys with brothers. It never ends well for him.
Do you have any sisters?
Only sisters in law.
WTF is up with blogger and the stupid repetitive postings?
Blogger hates you. He told me so.
Do you still hate me, my sweet, precious, vicious, strong, independent attack chica?
I am coming around. Did you sleep on the couch last night and think about the trash that came out of your mind and onto the blog with Brian Boi-bitch?
I don't own a couch so I flogged myself and carved an image of the virgin mary onto my penis, so that I will also remember my shame. Then, I drank half a bottle of nyquil to ease myself to sleep, curled under my warm blanket of remorse that I wove from hair collected from every ex girlfriend I have ever had. Someday, I will be able to look at myself in the mirror, but not soon. Not soon at all.
You are a mess man!
I can't live!
If living is without you!
I am going to have to ask. What do you mean you don't have a couch?
Air Supply, you hush. We'll put you right back in the shrink wrap with Journey and ship you to ole' The Uncanny One's.
I don't own a couch. I didn't think it was a complex sentence. I won some big chairs and I built a platform for my bed. I am a handy man, not a...candy man.
Well, you got caught with a flat,
Well, how bout that?
The couch is like the staple of bachelor living. What single, straight male doesn't own a couch? Both Jerry and Kramer had a couch... Perhaps it's you who braids Fulsome's hair and sings Rogers and Hammerstein tunes.
You haven't seen my bed yet. Then you would understand why I have no couch.
In my defense, Joey's apartment didn't have a couch until Rachel and baby moved in. I think. I can think too straight right now the dayquil is really kicking in. Joey 'porked lots of babes', to quote Bri-Bri Boi Biotch.
And I would just as soon kill Rogers and Frankenstein as look at them, to say nothing of listen to them.
Stop fucking around with the qurans and subject those poor gitmoed bastards to a few days of that and they'll tell you their whole gay infidel confession.
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