Diane is about to get a mouthful of something.
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“Champale. It’s something else.”
What exactly does “Saturday night” taste like?
Lowered standards? Blunts, Rum and Pussy? Nachos and MGD? Dick, Vodka and Shame? PCP and Raw Human Organs? A nightstick? Cheesy Mac and Tears?
just curious is all
@CeezDiem: At one point in everyone’s life, Saturday nights have tasted like at least two of those things. I’ve avoided nightsticks (just run of the mill po po harassment), dick, raw human organs and PCP. The rest…well….you know how it is.
Ceez,
Let’s not forgot the taste of vomit, blood and domestic violence.
Yall have me crying over here – yet again! Whooooo!
L
Did he say Dick, Vodka and Shame? LMAO. I’m done.
These flavors are also available for St. Patrick’s Day Parade Day in New Haven and most other cities where better judgement finds itself on a milk carton.
^ @ “Cheesy Mac and Tears?”
That’s dope.
Sexy
Cot damn, this is too funny!!!
I’m sorry but I’m LMAO at Ceez…