hair in the egg

Searching for even the smallest reasons not to do something, despite strong evidence supporting that you should.

Don't look for the hair in the egg, you just gave me a whole list of reasons you want to this!

Dutch Bumper

When a lady sits her puss on a man’s anus while he’s ripping ass; causing vibrations, and leading to her cumming uncontrollably into his hole and making a stanky pie.

My girl made us beans for the third time this week. I think she’s fixin’ for another Dutch Bumper. But I still think I can feel some goop in my bum from last time, so I think I’m gonna pass.

Poop sacks

Where your poop is stored; in your butt cheeks. The more you sit, the mushier it gits.

I sat for 8 hours on that flight yesterday, so my poop sacks are really mushy. I guess I’m gonna have the squirts again.

Bombelette

An omelette with one sunny-side-up egg in the middle, allowing the runny egg to explode out the sides to dip your omelette in. Plated without folding, then folded on the serving plate and lastly applying pressure to the middle. Bomb!

I’ll take my eggs in a Bombelette from now on, it’s the best of both worlds!

Furromones

When your snatch fur naturally grows faster to court a desirable partner.

Friend 1: I think he’s the one.

Friend 2: Really?? How do you know?!

Friend 1: I shaved my beaver not even a week ago, and I’m already back to full bush. It must be the furromones!

Friend 2: Your beaver knew just what to do.

Jizz Fair

A farmers market, for jizz. Local single men setup jizz huts on Tuesdays, where women can meet and determine DNA they want for their fetus. Once they find a suitable male sample, they barter for a bucket of fresh cream filling to shoot up their clamburger, at one of the many fertilization stations.

Honestly, Gladys, meeting Mr. Right is overrated. I’m ovulating and was thinking of heading to the Jizz Fair again. I’m just ready to get knocked up already.

jizz fair

A farmers market, for jizz. Local single men setup lizz huts on Tuesdays, where women can meet and determine DNA they want for their fetus. Once they find a suitable male sample, they barter for a bucket of fresh cream filling to shoot up their clamburger, at one of the many fertilization stations.

Meeting “Mr. Right” is overrated. I was thinking of heading to the jizz fair again. I'm just ready to get knocked up already.