Been feeling off for a few days. Decided to take a gob of horse paste I ordered from Amazon a few weeks ago. You never know these days. Came out of the syringe looking like Vaseline and tasted like stale Apple Jacks. Turned me into a commie this morning....now my name is “Trotsky”. :)
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If you ask nicely, Joey may share some of his Depends with you. If you're really nice, he might even autograph them for you.
when an extra dirty martini takes on another meaning