The cat then returned to his mortal body. He awoke slowly and with a fading daze. He again picked up the glass of whiskey that sat beside him and again looked at the picture of them together. He smiled, raised his glass and said “Here’s to number eight.”, and once again pulled the trigger.

The snake then bit the sloth, which returned him to the infinite innocence of oblivion. (The snake then fucked his wife.)

This is not the picture I would draw if someone asked me to explain what a “top” and “bottom” were.

The celestial administrators looked at his dating record and just made the assumption.

“I wish for an elephant sized cock.”

The burden of the obsequious.

“Finally!” - Pete, the incredibly hung horse fucker.

Taking a break after fucking Goofy.

Yeah dummies, those faces Biden was making weren’t him forgetting, they were incredulous expressions in response to the lies Trump was putting out during the debate.