What our Readers Want IV
Well, it has been a while since we posted. All of us have been busy with impending doom and what not so we thought we would throw something out there. A little thank you of sorts for still coming to the site. So without further ado, what our readers want….
This one seemed to be a big hitter today. I have no idea why you would click that link… Maybe our site has something to say about the world that appeal people who need to wear male diapers. We aren’t ragging on you, only curious to know what destiny is in store for those with weak bladders and a penchant for this style of news. We SALUTE YOU!
Well… Um… I think this comes from some peeps on a Jihad. You come to America not knowing how to get hooked up but are awake at 4 a.m. learning about the Showtime Rotisserie. Then ::light bulb turns on:: this dude is as amped as we are, maybe he has a missle or two to sell. Hell I’ll take two Ronco Missiles and a Pocket Fisherman.
Yes, I have seen many a creepy toilet. I especially find ones with dim lighting and the automatic flushers to be hecka scary. You move one millimeter while enthroned upon those bad boys and it is a European experience of a cool wet splash to the buttocks. So creepy…
skin and crack addicts – crack+addiction+skin
Since these were similar I decided to group them. Portzer #1 had a run in at a crack house before. He thought he was there to pick up landscaping materials when his friend told him to go down and pick up some rocks. Of course it was too late when he arrived at the front door and “Twitchy” Willy came to the door saying something about Mac and Cheese and the end of the world. So here is the part you came for. Willy was ashy as a naga baba fighting a forrest fire. The experience wasn’t so bad because Portzer #1 met a new friend and was able to sell some of his skin care products. Willy is no longer ashy or “Twitchy” due to crack.
pee site hack
I always have to add at least on of these. You sick, sick monkeys. No further comment required.
fluke call center
Well either we are talking about the worm or the fish and I don’t know of a call center for either. Unless maybe it is one of those care hotlines where you can call them up and say you have a worm invading your liver. Not funny or anything, just weird…
Peace, I’m out britches…