Trying to insert my banana bag. 

My body has as many wet holes as it needs already.

I have been led to believe that two beavers are better than one. 

Are you embarrassed knowing that what you just said occupies an otherwise useful part of your brain?

When the time comes, it will explode in your mouth, and you will enjoy it. 

If I have the sherbet mucus downloaded from a purchase website can I do it?

Do not put pants on the frogs. 

I’m happy stabbing my turkey but I ain’t gonna fuck it. 

Enlarge me!

Move your crap and don’t touch my hole!

I’m not crazy. I don’t have to take a pigeon as a bride. 

I wouldn’t coitus her with your genitals. 

The dildo of consequences rarely arrives lubed. 

He’s kind of like the John Tesh of tonsils.

Oh, my God! I thought this was my goat emergency group!

 Your secret is safe with me, as are your nostrils.

It is not a secret that I like to keep my holes in plain sight.

I used to live in those genitals. 

Take this child I want to eat. 

That guy only has two brain cells, and both of them are fighting for third place. 

I avenge her nightly. 

I was excited to help suck a great cause.

That kid knew the emotional value of a good tuber. 

This cushion experienced a naked revenge wiggle. 

 I’d shake, but I was just playing with a python. 

Your uterus quivers, does it not?

You sure can come down here, I don’t want to eat my mouth off. 

Skibidi toilet. Rizz.

For the love of God, gestate!

Lard digit or pucker zone offspring?

Because I can’t get a hole in my hole that isn’t just for show. 

I’ll take a crap with lemon and sugar, please. 

Everyone will see my oddly shaped uvula. 

Everyone get into a circle and think about feet!

Her breasts pulsed with resentment. 

But then your bladder couldn’t show emotion. 

Virginity breeds mites, much like a cheese. 

The last thing I want to think about today is Jane Austin as a universal constant. 

Something is going on with noses in your family. 

Personally I don’t care, but my genitals wanted me to ask. 

And Robot Chicks, I say! Robots will come to rob us of our butt!

He always made ultimate decisions based on the output of his own special “genital fluid.”

I guess I’m just destined to have a big lump in my pants. 

I feel like I’m giving something back to the big-titted community. 

I am a hollow tube, all shiny and glistening and clean.

There was no glory. Only holes. 

 I do not have a greasy duck. 

And suddenly you are accosted by a sparkling homunculus. 

It felt so good to finally get some meat in there!

You’re in luck, I have brought urine. 

Would you like a face that is full of head?

My playing sounds like a spider trying to fart through its ears. 

Chiseled Chads are out, hot rodent men are in. 

Please be quiet while the man attempts to locate your head. 

He would also have slipped his flute into his pants. 

Wish me luck on my gut rinsing adventure this evening. 

I don’t want to buy some dead guy’s pants. 

I can’t be walking around with a talking bra. People will think I’m nuts!

My butthole is pristine. 

The world is full of problems that sausage can’t solve. 

There’s a booby on the loose?

Nothing that your balls have touched should ever be on my kitchen counter again. 

I need to go feed my feces. 

Less talk. More pants.

He is not my asshole!

Those are literary nipples. They don’t count. 

How did I deserve to receive such blatant information? Outdoor sofa. 

My shoes palpitate in search of a fluid mass. 

I have to pour soup into your eyes. 

Who took my butt crystals?

I never met someone before who had an entire head purely as decoration. 

God, a red nugget! A fat egg under a dog!

No beer until I see pumpkins. 

Fish lightning, full spread!

Alpaca sex is even weirder than you think. 

Your neurons are really loud. 

I am the ceremonial hostess of suppressed rage. 

Compatibility means nothing if you can just build a smelly wall of meat. 

I try to live my life so that I’m never jealous of beverages. 

I’m running out of things to put in there. 

Suck less, blow more. 

The real trouble is the toad at the end of the grip. 

I don’t need all that ambient negative energy touching my fruits.

Hog anus gets the most applause. 

You may not be the dumbest person on the planet, but you’d better hope he doesn’t die. 

I do not appreciate America with udders. 

Well, it felt that way in my ass. 

My excretory system is weird. 

A squirrel keeps blocking my anus. 

Stupid onion Ninjas!

What if my bible has sticky pages?

Who grabs their compass these days?

If we splurge wish deuce on another egg item, it’s gonna start looking weird.

It was like “caffeinated farts, why?”

When I said there were no stupid questions, that wasn’t a challenge for you to prove me wrong. 

I could be getting drunk and castrating giants right now. 

They’re playing my song, my underwear flies away. 

It takes quite a few beers to turn me into a slurring pleb. 

All this procreation is really annoying. 

Start smoking crack and eating clam chowder. Gotcha. Be on the lookout for flying penguins. 

I never wash my body because I am too busy conveying my emotional state. 

I’d like to share my popper with you guys. 

Not divinely forbidden, just divinely strongly suggested against. 

I’ll bend her over and then we can have hairy Aryan babies and eat hummus together. 

Yesterday is the day you get a tattoo of a butterfly and a question mark on the top of your head. 

If I can’t see his orange pants, it’s not as much fun. 

I’ll take my shirt off and put the buttocks back where they came from. 

In case of volcanic eruption, you will hear mermaids. 

I’m about to get my ass biota involved in your process. 

Please don’t ask a pregnant woman how many centimeters her vagina has stretched since you last saw her!

Mexico was so urethral.

I thought it was a whale singing Björk songs. 

Apparently a wild penis ran through my yard. 

Quarter of gizzard, quarter of flatterer.

There’s something corrupt going on around my pants and I can’t seem to locate it. 

I need my medication; this is way too entertaining. 

This is why I don’t let my wife purchase ricin. 

You will be immediately ejaculated!

Well, it’s back to sexual badgers for me. 

Liberals want spiders to be even sexier. 

That octopus has lots of testicles.

Why bull sperm? Can’t it be horse sperm, or cow sperm?

That’s a good way to start the day. Talking about dog farts and placentas. 

I am rollsucking the foot fabric   

The last thing the world needs now is raw, unsanitized bat.  

Give me your tenderest of loins!

Him in us is Heaven. 

I love the sound when you make shut up. 

Very well! Then I’ll have pussy.

Are you trying to suck me into a labyrinth of ontological concepts?