Category: BTANL

I sleep with 500 women a day to spread my seed.

My seed GREED glows brightest after MIDNIGHT, as the MILF-QUIM FUNKEN-FOLK rub their boovulas and dream of MAGIC DAN and his TRAGIC PENIS SURPRISE.

Their EYES turn GREEN when the scene shifts, and my load is exploded in their cave.

THAT’S WHAT SHE GAVE ME …

I mated with SKY EAGLES and launched my jizz-paste into the sky, so that my spirit would not die. I kept company with turtles and termites and trad-toads with skippy names and bent souls.

Making cherry pie, without a sigh, on TIK TOK and I won’t lie …

“red headed libertarians”, if you know you know …

My WHITE SAUCE spread over noodles, as the poodles of VEGAS made their groin spice known.

My CAMPER is your BABY OVEN.

IF YOU GIVE ME YOUR PHONE NUMBER? – I’ll call you, I’ll call you “Honey Bunch-of-Oats”.

Your DIABETES FRAME will groove to my moves as I deposit a SEMEN RESERVOIR in your trophy basement. My package will deliver, I’m a giver of silver white juice.

I slept with your mom.

You think you know your daddy, but you don’t. I fucked your mom, I came in her arse, YOU, my son or daughter, are my poop baby. I love you. No one is going to stop me.

I fucked your grandma too, and her mum.

Half of all people in SPAIN are related to me.

My jizz stained underwear is a road map to your family tree. I spent $50K today, in a way you could BARELY understand. My friendship curse spreads, as the TRAD WIVES MAKING CHERRY PIE spread their buster-brown flaps and children brew is the new GOO being DUMPED for her cuck chump.

Do you think RICK GRIMES planted his TREES?

Charles Ingalls?

Mr. Brady?

Did their STAR CLUSTER FEVER break through, as JAN-TO-MARSHA and there’s always time for little Beaver?

You shiver because of the husk-life surges near CIRCLE-K, but HEY, I won’t stop your quivering urges.

ANNE HATHAWAY is a skizz-whore.

ANNE HATHAWAY is a BLIZZ-JOR, from planet castaway … Her HOLE was made for NEXT YEAR’S ISSUE of SPORTS ILLUSTRATED, but there isn’t protection from stretch mark perversions.

She is pregnant with Elon’s STAR BABY, it will JUMP TO CENTER STAGE when the cage is open and the DARK ONES approach. FEAST!

FEAST UPON ANNE HATHAWAY’S boovula for next level seafood living.

YOUR GORGEN-SHAFT was meant to CARVE OUT AROUSAL and it’s time to delve deep into penile rivulet conversations and shady dealings with moist vanilla frosting on white cake.

SHAKE AND BAKE that baby maker, and shake that booty is how you get the loot’y.

Strive for NEW STYLE AIDS.

MONKEY DUMP PRIVILEGES are WORN THIN. The bliss cannons fire and your piss jergen freezes.

Old GEEZERS are sending love poems to NYC, with earmarked blister oils accumulating for the CARHART phantoms and dormant cowboy stunt men.

Take time to massage her boovula, give her wine.

I tried to sell her on my white wine spritzer, but it became jelly cake on her tummy.

Not yummy jam, but tree spam and gearbox harlotry.

My POWER FLOW is for HER and HER ALONE, and when the time comes she’ll make me her IVORY SALESMAN, and she will be my midnight pineapple.

I slept with YOUR hooker-grandma.

I pleasured her T-ZONE and manipulated her saggy-baggies. There’s no TELLING what’s selling within her spider woman paradise. Coffee snuggler, muffled hugger with diabetes breath and heart-bleed WALMART frosting.

Because it’s REAL PROUD LOVE.

MY PIMP GLOVE MISSILE MOTION, lotion or not, will make you WET HOT. On the COT we’ll swell as the bells ring out “White Christmas”, and your “Huffington Post” gets roasted, spit style.

Darling rubber romance, and jerkin-chicken sandwiches, monster tilapia and fish scale soup.

Chuck Norris bought a ranch in Baja where he raises emu and water buffalo.

Chuck Norris is chasing TALE while sailing his ship the MOTHER MAGGIE around the TIP, just the tip, of Africa. Her sleek lines SHINE as the waves part, and his broken heart is opened up to FISHY LOVE CYCLES and seaweed getaways.