I'm thinking it's a pitiful state of affairs when all I can think of is titties, how much I hate Obama and where in the fuck is my Dangerous Extremist shirt is so I can beat off without feeling real guilty. And oh yeah, I need a used oil filter, turpentine and vaseline.
We all have to grow up some time....
ReplyDeleteIs that why you let the ex-old lady in?
ReplyDeleteI had to read that last line a couple of times. Then I think I got it and wished I hadn't.
ReplyDeleteI must not be educated enough, I just can't figure out what the hell you need with a used oil filter.
ReplyDeleteAs someone who was married for over 20 years to my ex, I ain't saying anything but no, I haven't turned on ya.
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I wasn't worried about you until now. A used oil filter? Never mind. I don't want to know.
ReplyDeleteYet nobody wondered about the turpentine.
ReplyDeleteTurpentine? Many uses....Used oil filter? Probably have one or two I could send ya. Chevy 350 ok or ya want to go all out with a diesel filter? (Last you all weekend guaranteed!)
ReplyDeleteI figured it was for heat. No?
ReplyDeleteAn turpentine... you rub a cats ass with a corncob, then hit it with some turp and hang on for the ride!!! Shit! That makes me sound like a pervert again....
ReplyDelete"Tits up?" About time I found someone that speaks my lingo. Say that at work and I get a blank look. Kinda like when I say "Runs faster than a fresh fucked fox".
ReplyDeleteDon't see a damn thing off about that that post.
ReplyDeleteShit happens and ya deal, right?