Good gravy, those things are huge.
Meet Crazy Mary. She’s a friend of Gina Party. Shocker. And for our enjoyment, she bought an SOB T-shirt – size small.
Holy Moses, smell the roses.
I’m writing a country and western song. It’s called I got a DUI on the way to get my IUD. I’m thinking either Gretchen Wilson or Tanya Tucker.
Seriously, I want to write this, so we need to find someone that can play the geetar.
Joke
A little old guy is walking around in a supermarket calling out, “Crisco, Crissssssscoooo!”
Soon an assistant manager approaches and says, “Sir, the Crisco is in aisle 3.”
The old guy replies, “Oh, I’m not looking for the cooking stuff. I’m calling my wife. She’s in here somewhere.”
The clerk is astonished. “Your wife’s name is Crisco?”
The old guy answers, “Oh no, no, no. I only call her that when we’re out in public.”
“I see,” said the clerk. “What do you call her at home?”
“Lard ass.”
- Thanks, Tom d G.
Unclasp your bra, and set those puppies free. They’d look a whole lot better without that sweater, baby. I’m sure you’ll agree.
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April 8th, 2009 at 10:52 pm
What’s up with the dudes hand in the crazy mary photo…is it a prosthesis? or is he afraid he’ll accidentally grab some boob?
April 9th, 2009 at 7:43 pm
I didn’t even look at the guy. Let alone his hand.
I need to get your T-shirt and Koozie to you. I’ll call you soon.
April 9th, 2009 at 7:45 pm
I read from left to right …left boob…to right boob…then I saw the claw hand….YES GET ME MY T SHIRT..AND KOOZIE….