Julius Caesar in a sub-zero freezer.

The bag and the planet pull towards each other.

Their sentiment is that these young women should be saving themselves for their future husbands, and if they don’t, they’re whores who are getting what they deserve. It goes towards their belief that a man has a right to a woman because she is less than him.

The cat then returned to his mortal body. He awoke slowly and with a fading daze. He again picked up the glass of whiskey that sat beside him and again looked at the picture of them together. He smiled, raised his glass and said “Here’s to number eight.”, and once again pulled the trigger.

The snake then bit the sloth, which returned him to the infinite innocence of oblivion. (The snake then fucked his wife.)

If I found myself laid out on a blanket that was the same color and texture of my own hide, I’d be a little worried about it’s origins.

He’s not smart, his ego just can’t handle everyone, everywhere seeing what a loser he is.

This guy looks like a mix of Joe Biden and George W. Bush.

The golden snitch.

This is not the picture I would draw if someone asked me to explain what a “top” and “bottom” were.

I wonder how many minutes it took to pre-target that site with a Minuteman-3.

The celestial administrators looked at his dating record and just made the assumption.

Has to keep it sharp for Grinder.

This implies the existence of the Purple Swamp Cock.

“I wish for an elephant sized cock.”

I can’t wait for those noise polluting fuckers to go out of business when the boomers die.

Not aliens, bourbon barrels. Bourbon barrels outnumber people in this part of the world.

Trump doesn’t care about Christians or Republicans. The deal is, he gets to be the center of attention and above the law. In exchange, he does whatever the Republicans want. He’s too shallow, entitled and stupid to be passionate about anything except his image.

The burden of the obsequious.

“Finally!” - Pete, the incredibly hung horse fucker.