I think someone doesn't understand how meat works.

I lost my dignity on a slippery wiener.

It's just a storage unit where I keep my Jesus-shaped hole.

I am going to google "num num panda" and get back to you on this...

No! It was an Indian! And it was not vagina soup!

That's ridiculous! Only meat can think! Thinking and meat are best friends!

Oh my god, is that a scrotum?

Can you extend the thing?

Somebody is going to have to touch the bacon.

It's not gay if you use tweezers.