soiledfool
SoiledFool
soiledfool

Female Pyroar would be better....

What Pokémon/Disney thing is the skeleton jockey?

This baby inside me was borne of a beastial union with an egret!

I find it’s more efficacious to run around nude with an enormous Golden Girls painting covering the entirety of your body that depicts Estelle Getty and Bea Arthur fisting one another while Cheetas eat Spam out of their respective vaginas if you want to scare children, especially children’s parents. I’ll usually

I assume ‘Reddit’ refers to the bulletin Phyllis puts up every Monday night? The one at the home in interred at for inability to understand popular social norms/cues?

I think nobody noticed the ‘not’ prior to the Sorbonne comment. Any Kim fan knows she went to Sorbets, an artisanal desert college catering to ethnically ambiguous women with grade A butt meat.

I liked it, but if there’s one thing that’s universally true about my character, it’s that if you let me bang an alien, I’m gonna like it. I haven’t gotten to virtually bang something weird since that robo brain in Far Harbor!!! Although in real life I’ve recently mated with a giant anthropomorphic chicken woman from

My distal colon was ravaged today by the excess of chili I ate yesterday.

I can’t stop thinking about her butt in that video where her shithead boyfriend threw her phone or vice versa or whatever onto the beach and she climbed out of that Jeep and her ass looked like a worn garbage bag filled with chipped beef and crushed dreams.

I don’t want it to pass the Turing Test! I want my sex robot to be boxy like tin children’s toys from the 40's and have a grating mechanical voice like the combination of an air raid claxon and a emphysema microphone whose sole intelligence is the ability to scream facts how cheese is made throughout our coupling. The

Right, as long as he wasn’t like swiping her panties and watching her sleep while wearing a Hamburgular costume til he was 15 or something

I think we need to pump the brakes on all the remakes in general...

I want one, not for sleeping per se, mainly weird sex stuff.

Actively horrified in both regards J-fart.

By Odin’s beard what did you search for?!?!

I’m sure I’m not alone in saying I fully intend to train one of those goofy bastards.

I feel like Jimmy Fallon really goes HAM when he drinks. Like has woken up in Uruguay married to a twelve year old banana farm heiress with a couple tribal tattoos, a jam covered machete and roughly 1200 copies of any literature written by a Real Housewife. I’m sure one of them has written a book right?

Alright, lemme take my bull shark testosterone for a month.

As somebody who loathes sports but likes to spend time with his friends I’ve gotta say that those fuck-goof sharks were pretty much the sole merit of that entire experience.

My registration is solely compliant on whether or not I can be hanging brain. Wiener in the coat, no vote.