Tits, Clits, Bong Hits

Bulimia is very destructive…to our personal property, bitch!

That Clara is such an asshole. I love the gays. Come on, they’re adorable. And calling hair gel “product”? Haha, that’s just fancy. That’s what that is. Ha ha ha ha

Just get her royal heinie to sing again. I’ll trap the critters, and we’ll eat like dingos in a maternity ward!

Clara, that’s just stupid! Homosexuality is something you born with, like red hair, or a dead twin. It’s not something you can just wish away.

Go, Foxxy! It’s your birthday! Not for real real, just for play play!

Xandir continued protesting that he was, in fact, straight. So I turned to the bible, and was reminded of the one true test of a man’s sexuality: the mysterious and deadly wood beast.

Since we’ve gone five days without a hate crime, we’ve been rewarded a new item. I sure hope it’s a new stereo.

You know, just like my grandfather used to tell me: “It’s not what’s on the outside of a vagina, but what’s on the inside that counts.

Now gather round everybody, class is in session. And if you ain’t careful, you just might learn somethin’. Now, men and women is very different. You see, men are born with a special peepee. “Peepee” rhyme with “tp”. Which is what you use to wipe yo ass. And women are born with a vagina, that I like to call a “giggy”. “Giggy” rhyme with “puppy”, but not very well. Now, when a man and a woman love each other very much, they do a special hug. Which can feel real nice, depending on the size of a man’s hands consensually wrapped around your neck. During this special hug, the man places his peepee inside the woman’s giggy. And that’s how two people who love each other very, very much make a welfare check…I mean baby.