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What would your modified 8-ball say? +
"Will you marry me” is for pussies. Mine would say, “Bend over and spread ‘em, Spazmo.”
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"I never loved your mother.”
“Bend over and spread ‘em, Spazmo.”
Thank God for my sobreity. Because I know I will never comply with that.
"Satan will dine on your soul”
"Your mother is really your father”
"Fair is fair.”
"You’re fucked”
“Quite trying to snort me”
“Your mother did wrong thing with me”
“You can’t handle the truth”
“I banged your cue ball”
“It’s infected numbnuts, quite shaking me and go see a doctor”
“Put on some pants”
"She’s a dirty whore Norman”
Fair is fair, Spazmo.
How about the drunk and belligerent approach?
“Fuck you”
“What are you looking at?!”
“That’s what I thought, bitch.”
“You’re my best friend ever, man”
"An eye is upon you.”
You have VD
Yes, you’re gay
You will die very soon
That hooker was totally a man.
Bitch, I’m busy. Come back later. And close the door.
You will spend $120 on cat food.
(fer realz, I just spent $120 on cat food.)
"I’ve captured your soul”
"It’s your fault.”
Your slothful reluctance to get up and go to the loo, despite the sense of urgency increasing in your rectum, will result in an unpleasant sensory and olfactory experience.
You’re the one for me, fatty. No, not you, the other fatty.
"If you shake me again, I will cut you, motherfucker.
What kind of cat food? Esme’s special kidney disease cat food only runs me $50 for a month’s supply.
The bizarre stellar graveyard will be your undoing.
What kind of cat food?
Wellness. To be fair, I did buy 4 bags, two for my beasts, 2 to be shipped to Miss Daisy.
You were wrong. It was earth all along.
three...two..one.
To be fair, Lady P, I should explain that when Murdered Duchess says ‘catfood’, she means high-grade gin and Bolivian marching powder.
You’ll never make a monkey out of me, Duchess.
Who holds back the electric car? Who makes Steve Guttenberg a star?
Well, since I am the cat food, I can spend money on myself and ipso facto be correct is saying that it’s on cat food.
Ipso facto: You’re using it wrong.
You will lie to people through song. Bastard.
I’m a artist!
In dreams begin ubiquity.
Also, who controls the British crown? Who keeps the metric system down?
Fail.
Epic fail?
"You will be devoured by wolves”
The anus is not to be confused with a pocket.
who is also your sister.
that’s not chicken but a fat siamese.
no one sings like you anymore.
he really didn’t mean to give you rabies.
he totally meant to give you rabies.
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