Dirty Johnny and his friends were enrolled in *** education. During the lecture, the teacher kept referring to a "penis". It was "penis" this and "penis" that. The class behaved as if it understood. Immediately following class, all the students gathered around Dirty Johnny. "Johnny, what's a penis?" Nobody had a clue. Dirty Johnny said he would ask his Dad when he got home. When Dirty Johnny got home, his Dad was there. "Dad, what's a 'penis'?" His father unzips his pants, shows Johnny his **** and says, "This is a perfect penis." Johnny replied, "Thanks, Dad. I'll tell my friends tomorrow in school." The next day, all the students gathered around. "What did your Dad say, Dirty Johnny?" Johnny promptly unzips his pants and shows all his classmates his ****. "This is a penis. And if it were two inches shorter, it would be the perfect penis!"
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:laughing: It edits out certain words on its own :banana:

Hey, I can play your games. Hell, for $20 I'd even call the guy a chickenfucker!

LICENSE AND REGISTRATION CHICKEN FUCKER BRAAAAAAK :laughing:

"You're so wise. You're like a miniature Buddha, covered with hair. "

I love scotch. Scotchy, scotch, scotch. Here it goes down, down into my belly...

Just get a large, Farva. I don't want a large Farva, I want a goddamn liter of cola!

"+1"

All +1ers must die.

Hey, let's pop some Viagras and issue tickets with raging, mega-huge boners.

Who wants a moustache ride?

Never again. I was drunk one night and took the stuff. It worked a little too well.

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My dad works with a guy who did it, too, and he was hard for 4 hours. His wife was so sore she wouldn't do it again for a week!

Well, I went on for three and a half hours. I was living in a cabin at the time with paper-thin walls. My roommate at the time wasn't too happy because he had to get up for class the next morning.

Sounds like my old Resident Assistant at Northern Illinois University. Hot black chick, she always had some guy she was bangin at night, and my roommate and I heard everything from the moaning to the bed posts hitting the wall to him (yuck) blowin it. It got to the point where we would bang on the wall to get them to stop. Of course, my roommate's snoring and constant hike up of the temperature in the room wasn't working well. Reason #56 why I won't ever live in a dorm with a roommate again.

My one and only year in the dorms, my roommate rebuilt his carb in the room. That smelled great.

what's wrong with the smell of carb cleaner?
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Don't know if I'd want a room with hardly any ventilation stinking the place up. However, since the town of DeKalb, IL reeked like a-hole anyway, I guess it might have made a difference!

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