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| Hey Fuck Brains! Make me a coconut sandwhich before I make you jack me off! | |
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| I don't believe I'm familiar with that recipe. How do you make a coconut sandwhich? | |
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| Well, first you need to preheat your oven to 350 degrees then you get your fucking head out of your ass and make me a God Damn coconut sandwhich! | |
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| Couldn't we just do a bunch of gay stuff instead? | |
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| Gay stuff, eh? Let me think about it. Sure, gay stuff. You want some gay stuff? I got all the gay stuff you could ever need. I invented gay stuff. | |
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| Me too. I'm so gay, I can't even stand to be in the same room as a naked man without at least jacking him off or sucking on his ass. | |
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