![]() Hello Mama Ramos, what are you doing out here? The way all the words were put together, but in terms of content? No. I thought it was entertaining at the end, sure. So he goes home and his dad says "What happened, what happened? Tell me, tell me!" He goes, "Dad, I got a fuck for the duck, I got a duck for the fuck, and I got two bucks for a fucked up duck!" Seems like a duck would be worth a lot more than two dollars. He's ecstatic! He got laid twice and now he's got two dollars on top of it! ![]() The guy feels so bad about killing the duck so he gives him two dollars. So far I don't see how this is ever going to be funny. Of course he's crying, he's a 13 year old boy who just had sex twice and just watched his beloved duck die. The duck is dead! The kid starts crying, the truck driver stops, he's all upset, he didn't mean. So he's walking down the street with the duck, and all of a sudden, 'Vroom!' A truck comes by and runs over his duck! Kills the duck! So he's walking home, and can't wait to get home to tell his father. So she was satisfied with the duck as currency? He says, "Oh my God this is the greatest birthday ever!" He does it again. Yes, he used it as payment and now he's getting paid back the duck. So the duck is payment for sexual intercourse? The high hard one, and she loves it! So she goes, "If you do that again, I'll give you your duck back". So anyway, she says "Yes, I'll do it." So he goes in there and gives it to her. No, I just mean a health code violation to have the duck brought into a facility like that. They weren't going to have sex with duck! Was he a farmer? Because that's probably a health code violation to bring a duck into a place of prostitution. It's my birthday, do you think I could have sex with you for this duck?" So he goes to the lady at the barn and says, "Miss, I know you usually want money, but I don't have any money. Little boy on his 13th birthday, it's time to get laid. I saw how aggressive you were being, and I thought 'Wow, I gotta go even bigger than that since we're doing 'Bad cop, bad cop'. I'm gonna make you eat a plate of human shit! Now you listen to me, you piece of shit! It's just you and me, and I'm gonna rip you apart! How did you cover your losses up? Huh? What drug cartel are you working with now? Okay? It's the oldest game in the book for a reason - it works. You're outgunned and out-manned.ĭid that go the way you thought it was gonna go? Nope. ![]() That will give us enough time to figure out where you live, go back to the sea, get some more oxygen, and stalk you. We will be able to trap certain amounts of oxygen. We will construct a series of breathing apparatus with kelp. We've developed a system to establish a beach-head and aggressively hunt you and your family and we will corner your pride, your children, your offspring. We've communicated and said 'You know what, lion tastes good, let's go get some more lion'. And guess what, you've wandered into our school of tuna and we now have a taste of lion. But you find yourself in the ocean, 20 foot wave, I'm assuming off the coast of South Africa, coming up against a full grown 800 pound tuna with his 20 or 30 friends, you lose that battle, you lose that battle 9 times out of 10. If you placed it near a river or some sort of fresh water source, that make sense. ![]() OK, first off: a lion, swimming in the ocean. If I were a lion and you were a tuna, I would swim out in the middle of the ocean and freaking eat you and then I'd bang your tuna girlfriend. If you were in the wild, I would attack you, even if you weren't in my food chain. The sound of your piss hitting the urinal, it sounds feminine.
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