I was trying not to stare at your chest.
You have your methods of communicating, I have mine.
Just turn it all over to Jesus.
Um, your fly is open. I'll stop staring now.
How else is he supposed to sneak a peek?
Tell you? That would spoil the fun
How about instead of talking and staring at the wall, instead of ME. You just tell me i have a visible booger in my nose. Cheeses.
Boomer: People shout that when I strut down the street. Fo sho. Del-V: I wish I could use that excuse on myself whenever I'm looking at my own crotch, but those damn tits are always getting in my line of vision. So checking out my chest is unavoidable. Pistols: Subtlety is your most consistent trait. Mongo: Hypothetical offspring aside, there's now way I'd give that dirty hippy a chance. Flora: There's nothing I appreciate more than the direct approach. By the way, you have shit in your teeth. Mount: And by that you mean taking a peek at my sexy-as-hell plain cotton underwear. Nurse: If it weren't me, I'd agree. Le Meems: You just reminded me of my dire need for some Kleenex.
Thanks so much, ever since I had my wisdom teeth out, I got really stupid AND stuff is always getting caught in them. You're a good friend.
Sorry...i thought i could hear the ocean, and i was wondering where the sound was coming from.
My daughter has the zipper problem all the time . . . what, like she doesn't NOTICE the damn thing is down? What's up with that . . .
Flora: I'm known for that. In fact, even just walking down the street, people call after me, "You would make a good friend." Gully: Well, that make sense, because my vagina is shaped like a seashell nautilus spiral. Tysdaddy: When there's nothing protruding, it's harder to catch the wind.
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