The fecal matter has struck the ocillating propeller.
The fecal matter has struck the ocillating propeller.
A.K.A. Lailoni Prime Vesta (courtesy of Tom Stillwell)
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You show no aptitude in distinguishing fecal matter from a brand of shoe polish popular in the early and middle decades of the last century.
Your distaff sibling proffers, to those who partake of her carnal activities, adhesive paper tokens of hue viridian (intended to be exchanged in bulk for items of nominal value).
Engage in acts of sexual congress involving one's rear in another location.
Your sister is a whore?
Hate me all you want, 95 % of the time I'm write.
You are incapable of differentiating your posterior orifice from your humeroulnar joint.
Logic would normally suggest that your mother's husband should be your immediate male biological ancestor, however it seems that in your case their companion animal of the biological family Canidae appears to have to have performed that task for him.
You sir are the southern end of a northern traveling Equus asinus
A.K.A. Lailoni Prime Vesta (courtesy of Tom Stillwell)
My blog of random and often geeky things -- Compound Geekery!
Riding the rollercoaster at Six Flags over Armageddon
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