A German magazine’s take on the situation
And that's just the first guy.
It makes it really weird when I'm fucking her and I think of my girlfriend.
He had loco motives
Not screaming in terror like the passengers in his car.
For christ’s sake
Like cops, DEA agents…
Because he's afraid to go into the krypt tonite!
It was a pane to replace.
That day, I was bamboozled.
You sheet metal
The money wasn't great, but he got to keep the tips.
Actually, it's more of a wrap.
Knock knock. Who’s there? Amish. Amish who? You're not a shoe, you freaking idiot.
I guess they don’t appreciate random people coming to their door
A ban from the petting zoo.
It's pointless. But, anyway. You gotta draw the line somewhere, or else people will think you're being irrational. But that is beside the point.
After my shower while I was blow drying my dick and balls and asked "What the hell are you doing?" Apparently "heating up your dinner" was not the best answer.
The boy, who had just coloured his hair various shades started feeling uncomfortable by the old man's gaze. Unable to take it anymore, the boy shouted – "What is it old man? Can't stomach when people do wild things?" The old man replied – "I once fucked a peacock when I was a teen. Wondering if you're my grandson".
So I packed up my stuff and right.
It's all fingering.
I have come up with a strategy to keep my kids from misbehaving around Christmas time. I keep empty wrapped boxes under the tree and when one of my kids misbehaves, I throw one in the fireplace
The situation changes however, when I run out of children
Chris: Hey can I borrow a ten? Kristen: sure. Christen: Thank you. Kris: Anytime.
You just have to have a feel for it.
I told him that we would prefer if the baby kept its liver.
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Unless everyone gets them
“When I was your age”, he continued, “my buddies and I went to Paris, We went to the Moulin Rouge and I fucked a dancer on stage, pissed on the bartender and didn’t pay for my drinks all night!” The grandson thinks his grandfather is right. He goes to Paris and the Moulin Rouge with his friends. He comes back only three days later covered in bruises, and with a broken arm. The grandfather asks, “What the hell happened to you?” The grandson says, “I did just like you did. I went to the Moulin Rouge; I tried to fuck a dancer on stage and piss on the bartender — but they beat the shit out of me and stole all the cash in my wallet!” The grandfather says, “Well who the hell did you go with boy?” The grandson says, “My friends from school, who did you go with?” The grandfather says, “Well…the Nazis.”
I don't know where I'd be without it