Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Sanskrit UnderMoob Is Not Amused
Despite basking in the glow of Bubbles McGee’s twin suns, Sanskrit UnderMoob chooses to be lugubrious, dour and doleful. Whenever he’s with her no one seems to notice his sweet sub-pectoral calligraphy…go figure.
Medical Fact: They both have something in their underboob regions. His is a regrettable decision in indelible ink. 10 points to your Hogwarts Classmates if you can guess what’s under hers…
Surgery scars?
His wallet and keys?
Fomunda
Fromunda
The last fleeting moments of her youth?
Silicon fungus?
Pancake Cock?
DNA?
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I’d lick her fat ass if she’s a courteous wiper. You know sometimes when you wipe with crappy commercial toilet paper at a roadside rest area while you travel and you get some shit on your fingers and forget to wipe cause you’re kids are screaming “Stranger, Stranger, Daddy!” where you left them with six quarters at the pony ride in the food court while the dude in the hair net processes your processed food order. Well you know how hours later while you’re biting your nails cause you’re nervous about driving with a suspended license with your family and you have an expired tag and no proof of insurance and hammered and you taste something awful in your mouth like rotten lamb and dog shit. Well that taste is how I feel about this picture.
Crusty, morning after, yogurt spackle?
Dried, crusted chaod-spooge from the previous evening?
Oops sorry Et Tu didn’t see that til after I posted.
The last remnant of Sanskrit’s sorcerer’s pebble?
One $5 Chip from Binions on Fremont under each boob?
A string from the glory hole doily of the fourth stall from the end in the bottom floor public restroom of the Sands?
One of Hermione’s pubes from their little “tree and bush” session?
Plastic valves?
An army of midgets that help her to keep from breaking her ribs?
Her 6th grade class picture, tattered and creased, where she wrote on the back, “I’m going to be a doctor. I luve you daddy!”
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And yeast.
We really can’t know what is under there. She could have the Magna Charta written under one of those boobs and no one will know for another thousand years, until future archeologist find strange writing on a piece of orange leather that has been protected from the elements by an inexplicable mound of fossilized silicone and a strange chrome plated pole that they assume was used in religious ceremonies.
So did she buy those at 35 after her first husband, a corporate vice president of some kind, settled out of court with her?
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We’ll just call this choadwank “Sanscrote.” His language is best described in one word: “GROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Maybe the secret of the universe is written under there. If by secret of the universe you mean why someone who spends $5,000 on flesh zeppelins can’t also cough up more than $8 for a decent haircut.
California?
Vin’s nieces keeping it classy for the playoffs in Boston.
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http://weknowmemes.com/2012/04/tyler-we-sucked-your-dick-in-high-school/
You don’t often see a face like that outside of an oxygen tent in the burn ward.
creature jizz?
A fourth and fifth nipple?
Matress tags?
Her neglected kids college funds?
Plinky’s Dad’s tiny peen?
Love how she seems to be leaning away from him as far as she can….the stench of it all!
A cum stain of the Virgin Mary?
Her previously flat chest?
My funnier jokes?
A Denny’s Grand Slam Breakfast ?
Stackhouse’s turkey fryer?
Crushed insects?
ummmmmm….soured yoghurt?
morlocks?
An albino race of red-eyed cyclopian orcs who survive on a steady diet of lycra, jizz, saline, and Coppertone?
Jimmy Hoffa?
Amelia Earhart?
The Lindbergh baby?
Atlantis?
“Sanscrote”.
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BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAH!!!!
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Well, Steve beat me to “surgery scars”, so I’m gonna go with the receipt from her trip to Brazil.
The Lost Island of Dr. Moreau?
Her shame, dignity, and self-respect?
I know! I know! The gyroscope pulled from her Monkeyhole!
The ugly stick with a mind of its own that keeps beating her in the face?
A chewed-through leash?
A map to her brown star bullzeye?
Surround sound speakers ?
Zyzz?
Two $5s and a half dozen $1s?
My other personalities? Her personality?
Van Halen’s next “hit”.
My cock. My cock, I says.
Doucheywallnuts next masterpiece? Note, I did not use air quotes.
I heard once that if you could tuck a pencil under your boob, and it stays, that you need an underwire. What then, if you can tuck a ’57 Buick, each carrying a family of 4, under each boob?
Medusa^ FTW.
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Because it also sounds like “Without Scrotum”.
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Which doesn’t really shock any of us at this point.
Action Comics #1, The Complete Story of Superman… still in the cellophane and still being gripped by the small hand of little Timmy O’Brien who left his home in June of 1938 with 10 cents in his pocket and was never seen or heard from again.
@McCrudeshoes, you reading The Lady’s Home Journal again bro? If so, come at me with more of your knowledge. I’m hopeless in the fashion department.
^ I don’t read it. I just masturbate to the MILF pictures.
The next round of butt pics? You know what, if that’s true that is way not cool of her to bogart those like a greedy money loving stereotype who gets off on withholding. Not cool at all, in fact I’m glad she’s on vacation in Vegas with that fey douchebag. That’s what you get for denying us posterior portraits you Ho Ho eating harpie!
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Transference
@McCrudeshoes, I do the same thing to the Sunday edition of the New York Times crossword puzzle. 52 across……sorry blacked out for a second.
My balls, which are the size of a fist
The lost tribes of Israel.
Daddy butter?
Shadows.
A small community of sea monkeys?
An alternative boob-a-verse?
A valve stem?
Rev Chad’s long lost sanity?
DB1’s self-esteem?
@Southern Scrotic 1:38p, I thought about that one too, but I didnt have the balls to type it in. Well done.
I reckon Tinea versicolor ‘d be yer best bet.
Moss.
Atlantis
the fountain of youth?
….maybe just the skeleton of Ponce de Leon
Leather-faced golden-titties
A half – eaten Slim Jim?
a tiny tattoo over the incision scar that says “complements of” and the name of the sugar daddy that purchased that tit. she had two sugar daddies, each chipped in for a breast.
its ever more difficult for girls who, have less ability to entice high dollar donors. some go two abreast, some have an entire list.
the hope on the horizon is that microchips or qr codes can replace the donor placard tats.
liposuckers.