I have a babe, she lives in half a trailer. Only half. Tornadoes do tricky things. I HAVE FIVE BABIES. They are named, Ezekiel, Hobart, Harold, Zeus, and Gimplestump. I HAVE 10 OTHER BABIES WHOSE MOTHERS I JUMPED ON ONCE PROBABLY. Their names are Roadkill, Applecore, Half-Past-Ten, Amanda, Dog-Poop-Corns, Hot-Pocket, Rodeo, Thumbtack, Dent-head and Moonunit. I GO TO THE STREET AND THE GIRLS ARE LIKE, NUM NUM GIVE US SOME CAN-DAY CANDY MAN! AND I SAY GIT OFF MA LAWN! THEN MY BROAD AT HOME COMES OUTTA THE TRAILER AND SCREECHES "MAXWELL IF YOU DON'T COME HOME RIGHT NOW I'M GONNA THROW OUT ALL YOUR CLOTHES ON THE LAWN AND THEN JUMP IN EM AND THEM SLOP THE HOGS ON EM AND THEN YOUR TIGHTY-TIGHT-PANTS WILL BE EVER SO SMALL AND FOOT-PRINTED AND HOG-SLOPPED SO'S YOU BETTER COME HOME RIGHT NOW!"
(ps: Max, you should log out if you use my computer for stuff. Lorve, "the broad at home.")
Devious Comments
Absolute win...
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When visiting the Nine Hells of Bator make sure to partake in some of there fine dishes, like stirfryed nipples of a Vrock and the delectibile slow-roasted testicle of a Nalfashne. More travel tips on the Lower Planes to come soon!
(ps: devetka! watch your cock!)
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