A few years back the Mythbusters proved you could polish a turd. This was their proof, donated by the whitehouse janitor.
Yep Jethro, then in 2008 that turd took office…
7 in the hand is worth more than 1 in the bush.
One morning, while dropping the Obamas off at the pool, I started wondering if it would be possible to get a government grant to investigate the utility of turd polishing.
Later I saw a group from the art camp that has a warehouse near me. I considered broaching it with them just for entertainment value, but thought better of it.
They would probably get the grant.
I clicked.
No more malt balls for me.
Reminds me of those great nigger babies of the 50’s
c’mon – bfh
mo, that’s sugar daddies.
They appear to be the fecal pellets of a three-toed sloth of Central America.
No, I haven’t clicked yet.
Interesting. You tell me: how far off was I?
I was going to say milk duds.
Mwahahaha. And I thought it could have been some fat naked woman with plums on her belly folds, but I wasn’t sure. This is better. It made me laugh.
Pushy, I see you’ve been to Thailand also…
Are those Obama droppings?
No, that can’t be it because they are too small, and we all know what a big asshole he/she is.
Whoppers!
dried deer shit. or wooden marbles.
I’ve been looking for those. Aren’t those some of my marbles?
Duds
They look like those things they sell up here in tourist shops as a gag gift, a box of things that look like moose droppings. The real ones just turn to sawdust–if these don’t, I don’t wanna know about it.
Green olives is what I saw.
EUREKA!
I wondered where LBJ hid all those minority voters’ nuts.
#MaltedMilkMatters
Please let them be malt balls. Please.
Whoppers…. aka malted milk balls candy.
Cue the Dat’s Raciss kid.
A few years back the Mythbusters proved you could polish a turd. This was their proof, donated by the whitehouse janitor.
Yep Jethro, then in 2008 that turd took office…
7 in the hand is worth more than 1 in the bush.
One morning, while dropping the Obamas off at the pool, I started wondering if it would be possible to get a government grant to investigate the utility of turd polishing.
Later I saw a group from the art camp that has a warehouse near me. I considered broaching it with them just for entertainment value, but thought better of it.
They would probably get the grant.
I clicked.
No more malt balls for me.
Reminds me of those great nigger babies of the 50’s
c’mon – bfh
mo, that’s sugar daddies.
They appear to be the fecal pellets of a three-toed sloth of Central America.
No, I haven’t clicked yet.
Interesting. You tell me: how far off was I?
I was going to say milk duds.
Mwahahaha. And I thought it could have been some fat naked woman with plums on her belly folds, but I wasn’t sure. This is better. It made me laugh.
Pushy, I see you’ve been to Thailand also…
Are those Obama droppings?
No, that can’t be it because they are too small, and we all know what a big asshole he/she is.
Whoppers!
dried deer shit. or wooden marbles.
I’ve been looking for those. Aren’t those some of my marbles?
Duds
They look like those things they sell up here in tourist shops as a gag gift, a box of things that look like moose droppings. The real ones just turn to sawdust–if these don’t, I don’t wanna know about it.
Green olives is what I saw.
EUREKA!
I wondered where LBJ hid all those minority voters’ nuts.
Capers
Joey Biden’s brains?
izlamo delenda est …
Is that montel williams’ dome?
Elk turds! No, moose!
Replacement testicles for the GOP?
Gall stones?