

That’s what I tell all the ladies.


That’s what I tell all the ladies.


Is that wee hughie?


That must be a new microwave because there’s hardly any detritus in there yet.

I’ll let you into the bar if you promise not to start anything.
Hey I recognize that snowbank.

Imagine bending over and having the corn plane fly up my asshole like it was the twin towers.
That’s not what I meant when I said I wanted three sisters.


xml files have a value?


A corn in the streets elote in the sheets.
You said doody.


I wanted the obvious attraction between Hanno and the shark to be explored more in-depth.


That doesn’t even buy a single politician.

This is cornunism.

Watching up at JD and Erika bumping uglies.

Flicking the bean with a cob of corn in your butt is pretty nice too.
I’m not sure what you’d use the pumpkin for in this case though.
His collection of pictures of his sister’s lovely sweater puppies are about fifteen gigs I’ve heard.


It’s missing the gaudy diamond cross between those sacks of silicon.
The heat sanitizes it every time I use it so I’m not sure if it visually being pretty is worth the time or effort.