Showing posts with label not your doormat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label not your doormat. Show all posts

Monday, April 23, 2012

That's Your Lower Lip You Smell


Hey a quick shout-out to that particularly nasty wretched
whore from the Friendship United Methodist Church
(rhymes with 'Scrotum') and her demon-infested heart!

Honey, the only way you'll ever have Jesus in you is if
you swallow a crucifix!

And as 'Thanks' for you showing your ass in front of all
the volunteers and food recipients on Saturday, I offer you
my blatantly guilty-pleasure new favorite saying;
"GO MEASURE YOUR HOLE!"

('Course, you might need a face mask, some bug spray, and
a flashlight...but get to it, Sour Puss! Ain't nobody else looking
for it!)

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