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Happy Birthday Jessifer!
Happy B-day Jess!
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Oh my! 22 and not married?!
:p Have a good one! |
Happy Birtrhday Jessey!
In the words of the great WKFF "Mmmmm. Uterus". Have a good 'un! |
Happy B-Day
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Happy Birthday.
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Wut wut? Oh, ah...thanks everyone! :D
Eff yew, Sov. Eff. Yew. Hart. And I verily much enjoyed my 'Birtrhday', Lenny. Thanks. |
happy birthday
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here comes the mantra-cake :whore:
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I'm afraid to ask what's in it.
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Happy Birthday Jess!!
Oh, and the secret ingredient is semen. Animal semen. |
Yummy.
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How many times have you had a Mantra cake?
Don't lie and say this is your first.... |
It's a delicacy where I come from.
Heh. Come. *koff* |
You love mantra cakes?
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Has she ever met a Mantra cake she hates?
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Does a Mantra jump out of a Mantra cake?
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Do you really want to know what a Mantra cake is?
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No. He doesn't. No sane person does.
...Tell him. |
I-I-It's-It's...a....a......a..... OH GOD! *vomits*.
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Precisely.
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Oh and if you ever need a male stripper for your birthday I'm available in about 5 months.
Have a good one. |
"No. He doesn't. No sane person does."
Misuse of 'sane' there, I see. Tell me!! |
Quote:
Well, one fateful morning Jessifer recieves a Mantra Cake from a mysterious stranger only known as the Fedex Man. Upon opening the Mantra Cake, I pop out naked and yell "I AM AN ARISTOCRAT! YOU ARE NO APOTHECARY!" A team of waiters from Denny's then enter and shower her with maple syrup, scrambled eggs, and "Grand Slam" pancakes. I then proceed to hump her sexy food-covered ass and grab at her hot maple syrup lovehandles. The maple syrup also doubles as lubrication, as does the grease from the eggs. Happy Birthday! |
Oh, well in that case...
... where can I order one? |
newegg.com
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Tell me...who was that elusive FedEx Man?
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samuel l. jackson
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Of course! It all makes sense now!
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Was he naked?
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