It's that time again, you lucky bastards. I've decided that it is Drunken Bathtub Reflections Night. Now, if you want to play along, help yourself.
(Thank you Queenie for the awesome button type thing.)
I wonder if crop circles come in any other shape. What if I were abducted by an alien in a crop circle? What would the alien do when he saw my ginormous tits? He would probably think all earthling girls had huge fucking boobs. Then he'd run around all excited screaming "Phone Home!!! Phone Home!"
Cock juggling thunder cunt, with a fist full of fucked up. Bwahahahahaha. I have GOT to figure out how to fit that into everyday conversation.
I love the bathtub. I love chocolate. What if I filled the bathtub up with chocolate...with peanut M&M's. Then I could drown myself in chocolate. With my luck, I'd jam an M&M up my ass, and have to go to the fucking emergency room. "Um, excuse me, I've got a piece of candy lodged in my ass. Can you help me?" How the hell would I explain that to my goddamn insurance company?
That stupid ass Viagra commercial makes no sense. You know, the one where they are in two separate bathtubs and holding hands? Umm...don't you have to be in the same fucking bathtub to have sex?
The Duke's friend bought his fiance a $12,000 engagement ring. I don't know why he acted all goddamn offended when I ask if her vagina dispensed NFL season tickets and ice-cold six packs.
Dude needs a sense of humor, He should go buy one. Oh, wait! He can't! He just spent $12,000 on a motherfucking ring!
Cheap wine has become my bathtub drink of choice. Holy fuck, I have become my Mother.We were at the county fair last week. They don't have ATM's so my mom borrowed some money from me. I'm going to start calling her every hour shouting, "Where be my money, beeyotch?! Don't make a nigga come bust a cap in yo' ass!"
I think I will then call her and tell her I've decided to leave the Duke and practice the old lickety split. That ought to drive her right over the fucking edge. HA!