^ eats jizz…in Narnia.
^loves to go to narnia to use the witch’s ice rod inside himself.
^ sits in his fortress of solitude because he has no friends.
^ wishes his ass was the fortress of solitude
^ wished he was lex luther and could figure a way inside.
^ Ass is so worn out, when he farts it echoes
^not only are his farts loud, but they tend to leave a trail behind
^ was bamboozeled by a handsome tramp.
^ was unhappy when his buzz wore off to remember what happened between him and “Big” Nate.
^ sleeps with fat, morbidly obese chicks because finding their vagina is half the fun.
Wait, what’s wrong with that? Coupled with their low self esteem, you can anything you want!
^Doesn’t know what he’s missing.
^ holds the “try everything at least once” attitude in life, even if it means beastiality with farm animals.
^ wasn’t getting any, even from the farm animals, so he decided to entice the dog with peanut butter.
^ envisions Dave Tate and Jim Wendler playfully massaging each other’s traps in a bubble bath made of grape flavored Anaconda while he, himself, has a dog lick peanut butter off of his dong.
^ with a story soo vivid, he must indeed be ^^'s therapist.
^wishes he had a real therapist instead of his parrot, the damn parrot keeps repeating “elusive needs to stop sticking the jar where it don’t belong.”
^ wishes he was the jar
^ wishes he were Rosie O’Donnell’s boxer briefs.
^ wishes he didn’t make a beeping sound when he backs up.
^ wished he were superman, instead of a 126lbs desk jockey.