When I wanted to make my adopted grandfather a boob cake I just went to the sex shop and bought a mold, experimented with pink marshmallow nipples until I got it right. You’d think those Wall Street creeps could have at least TRIED.
There is a universe of context missing from almost every piece of this sentence. I want to see the events leading up to this occasion in every movie theater across America.
Aww
Must be a skill issue; I’ve learned everything I needed.
Lydia, please for the love of god stop making me laugh. I nearly choked to death when I saw the words “toasted coconut pubes” and “grape clit.”
I’ve recently re-read some older articles on the site. The bar for cookbooks on 1-900-HOTDOG is so low that I’m just really glad the ingredients in this cookbook are actual food.
Only thing I can guess for a Sunday evening orgy is after eating a giant wang Hot Dish at the weekly church Potluck. Which on one hand, ew. On the other, that would explain how some people get into the weirder sects cold.
I love it when Fucking Day grinds the rail of Upsetting Day.
Chili at an orgy? I … I just … I honestly can’t imagine a worse dish for such an occasion.
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When I wanted to make my adopted grandfather a boob cake I just went to the sex shop and bought a mold, experimented with pink marshmallow nipples until I got it right. You’d think those Wall Street creeps could have at least TRIED.
There is a universe of context missing from almost every piece of this sentence. I want to see the events leading up to this occasion in every movie theater across America.
Aww
Must be a skill issue; I’ve learned everything I needed.
Lydia, please for the love of god stop making me laugh. I nearly choked to death when I saw the words “toasted coconut pubes” and “grape clit.”
I’ve recently re-read some older articles on the site. The bar for cookbooks on 1-900-HOTDOG is so low that I’m just really glad the ingredients in this cookbook are actual food.
Only thing I can guess for a Sunday evening orgy is after eating a giant wang Hot Dish at the weekly church Potluck. Which on one hand, ew. On the other, that would explain how some people get into the weirder sects cold.
I love it when Fucking Day grinds the rail of Upsetting Day.
Chili at an orgy? I … I just … I honestly can’t imagine a worse dish for such an occasion.