Well that’s a phallacy, I know of at least one person who does. Do you not care about your own boner or clitoral equivalent?

Well that’s a phallacy, I know of at least one person who does. Do you not care about your own boner or clitoral equivalent?

Due to a accident involving spilled plutonium my penis has transformed into a writhing mass of ichor spewing tentacles. How many tentacle boners do I need to achieve to differentiate. Last count I had 47 but more grow every day.

Hopefully he didn’t invite you to his motel?

I’m personally attracted to confidence, gals who unabashedly own their size do it for me. If you think you’re fat and gross it makes my wiener sad, fat and glam then lets go get ribs and mash bits.

Personally if I use a lot of toppings, and I know it’s not the prettiest, I melt the cheese over them with a brûlée torch to make the cheese over them a topping glue blanket.

You can tell by the way he uses his walk.

I’ll get working on some secret decoder rings, although I’m a little drunk so maybe camaraderie engendering metal chunks?

No prob, regardless thanks for being conciliatory about it. But you didn’t come off rude to me, appreciated the assist. You’re awful swell Lucille!

I was. Dressed as Animal from the Muppet Babies making two Real Dolls in the semblance of Estelle Getty and Bea Arthur eat fondue out of each other’s respective butt holes.

Spicer, at least. Although his favorite is getting choked by a boa constrictor that was suffocated to death with P.F. Chiang’s while wearing a Wonder Woman costume and having two triple amputee dwarves in Anubis masks stuff horse semen-laced freshly baked Black Forest cake up his ass with Sock Em’ Boppers. Then he…

A cursory YouTubing would reveal that was indeed my intent. My gratitude for your efficacious quote distillation/elaboration Lucille.

He’s repressin’ me!!!!

Laughed, then had to just double check that NCIS Dubuque was actually not a thing.

Seriously if he started speaking in tongues and vague symbols smeared on the walls with his own poop tomorrow I’d be alarmingly unsurprised.

Hehe, probably not making Snapple caps any time soon!

I’m picturing him in a dingy motel wearing only piss/condiment stained tighty whiteys. Just chugging packets of relish, mayonnaise and that hot Chinese mustard, cry-masturbating to Fox News.

Sorry you’re still bummed IAm, I get what it’s like not having many friends so losing one is tough.

That sounds awful shitty, plus what a weird time to have a terminal freak out. Can’t say I’ve been in that position but it’s gotta be rough when it turns out you’re friend is trying to get with you.

Security concerns-the cells don’t lock. Id say that’s a security priority?