Friday, August 27, 2010
The Sneery Bros Run With The Goose
The Sneery Bros are considering renting out their temples to a Sudoku company.
It’s sad and tragic, but not surprising, that Katie has become a Stage-3 Bleeth hanging around that twin vortex of suckage. But tatts on boobies and Jesus Bling belt buckle mean she can’t be saved.
No matter how hard the boys crushed, Sherry’s sputtering flatulence could not be squelched.
“Sure, you got 14 airplane bottles of Goose tucked up in there somehow, but can you KEEP them in, love?”
“Keep your flow going, Darlene; that Goolo guy just ordered two more Menstrual Bloody Maries”.
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What is it with the period jokes lately? Did I start that? Sorry….
“…and THAT is how you make a Douche On The Beach”.
“Dammit Mom why you gotta make a scene every time Ken comes over to play Wii Soccer?”
Tina clenched tightly; even letting one drop of pee escape her butt would blow the tip from these boys.
Anybody else in here? Hello?
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Helloooooooo?
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*clicks off light, shuts door*
Dammit. Someone turned off the lights and I spilled my Bloody Mary.
Are they in Vegas or Worcester, MA?
[Stepping gingerly through dark room. Steps in something squishy.]
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Woman’s Voice: Hello? Baron?
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[Runs for door but fortunately falls through window instead.]
@massengill
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From the looks of the imposing skyline I’d say they’re raising the roof at The Fly Rhod in greater Grand Rapids, Michigan.
Designers Dickk and Dicck © at a showing of their new line, “Skankwear for Skanks Where? “
Curd Cutters in Sheboygan, Wisconsin?
i’d still lend christina applegate my tube steak for a 4 o clock cock n boob sandwich and leave the fawk twins the rest of the night to fighting over communicables with her
Christie loved her new Slip-n-Clydes®
Looks like they’re in Las Feygas
Her crabs tell a sorry tale of Axe, Fries from Wendy’s, and a mouse named Gerald.
Chunky Bloody Mary Friday has ended early this week. I will imbibe on clearer and less gynecological looking drinks until the Aunt Flow kick has passed.
If I were her, I’d keep needles away from them puppies.
Also, I would never leave home.
The tatted boob is an abhorrent sight. An old dame I notice regularly has one that has spread outwards like a spilled bottle of ink and mutated at a pace similar to her sagging titties.
I like them. They remind me of the Kipper Kids.
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Now that’s entertainment.
Boob tat’s interesting, Snerry Brothers not so much. Bring on the Pear!!!!
every straying finger points to douche. camera guy was tagged too
It’s the Sharkfintwins! Also, there are two bald midgets with mohawks headbutting each other inside their mom’s shirt.
As a child I once swallowed a wad of cat hair and two walnuts. Several hours later I squeezed out the most difficult and painful bowel movement of my young life.
That bowel movement, as it floated in the toilet among the urine and blood, looked just like the Sneery boys heads.
Two hawks narrowing in on their prey with an ample decanter of Purple Passion…
Sneery Bro on the left reminds me of Sharkbag. And by that, I mean I want to kick him square in the face, just like Sharkbag.
Chip, pissed that Dale kept hogging the 1.5 x life-size Ryan Secrest doll, grabbed his Stream Master, a bottle of Gosse, and Ryan’s latest “bill from Mother Nature” and headed towards the bathroom for another night of red dawn over Tokyo.
The skank in the middle is pornstar Brooke Haven.
She has a matching set so they can swirl mix her drinks
@dasherdouche —
Brooke Haven does not have a boob tat.
yep. girls who order vodka & cranberries are t3h evil.
Van Gogh vodka is good each bottle has an ear floating at the bottom.
Boy it seems like everybody is buying a “Real Doll” these days, huh.