"Know how you cure a hangover?" -- Retard Butt Muncher
Yes, waking up right next to you after all night of partying.
"Licking balls!" -- Retard Butt Muncher
That's as far as adventurous guys would let you go... unless they're really drunk. If that happens, see the previous remark.
"I've ben licking balls during my entire career!" -- Retard Butt Muncher
Given your demonstrated stupidity, it wouldn't surprise me if you proved incompetent at every job you attempted. Given that observation, the only way you would've kept a job is via sexual favors.
"Eee-raq, Afghandamnistan -- you name it. In country. Out of country." -- Retard Butt Muncher
You mean you tried to do that in Iraq and Afghanistan. Much to your dismay, the locals chose their sheep and goats over what you had to offer.
"And out of my mind." -- Retard Butt Muncher
Out of your mind is where your one brain celled activity went when you consistently failed to employ it.
"When I drink too much moonshine or Boone's Farm wine, I knowe just what to do: drop to me knees and lick the first pair of sweaty balls that present themselves." -- Retard Butt Muncher
There's some validity to your claims to drinking too much liquor. You've drank enough to think that the arse cheeks that you licked were actually a guy's pair of nuts... and not the moon buns of the woman that uses you as her mobile toilet paper.
"I'm pretty sure the hangover cure is in the sweat itself, but any way you want to try, licking some balls is a tasty treat." -- Retard Butt Muncher
Wrong. For the guy, the hangover cure is in the sight of seeing you upon waking up the next day. For you, it's reality crushing your fantasy as you examine the photo of you munching another woman's arse.
"Yum!" -- Retard Butt Muncher
Given the amount of BS that you spew on Demand Studios Sucks, that's a given for you.
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