This is what happens when everyone has too much Flying Dog at a party, and Mad Libs is played:
“I can’t stop thinking about your burns, the way you wear your rape, the way you toss your pussy.”
“My navel skipped a beat, my armpit was in my throat, and my side boobtrembled so much, I could hardly fondle your priest. What you said set my childon fire”
“Over 8675309% of Americans walk our gay streets with a hand-held Bag-O-Dicks pressed against their face. ”
“This is a surprise party for Matt…
Russ bought her a beautiful copper dick that she can wear on her lovely beard. And our hostess got her a dozen penises”
I laughed so hard I lost my voice!