There’s a lot of carrots in that stew. Our toaster is also confused. It doesn’t know where bagels go. Buns…sen. I’m just not sure if I’ll be any good on the grill with one free hand.Gene, you saved us. I owe you my life. It’s an erotic friend fiction story that I just wrote. I hope you like it, because you’re all in it. It’s called ‘Buttloose.’ I’m gonna write the most erotic, graphic, freakiest friend fiction ever.

Now my rash smells like bacon. But it doesn’t itch anymore. Ok then, see you on our date! Give them ridiculous French accents. My crotch is itchy. We can make this work. We can work out a dating wheel, just like a chore wheel. Let’s put the try in triangle. Hey Jimmy Jr. Did you see those two squirrels fighting in the courtyard? I want a dry erase board so I can write down all my private thoughts and then erase them immediately. uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Ok then, see you on our date! Sausage leather belts. Now my rash smells like bacon. But it doesn’t itch anymore. Crap attack? Don’t have one? I’ve logged over 3,000 fantasy hours on my relationship with Jimmy Jr. You don’t just throw that away.Jimmy Jr. had a chance to ride the Tina truck, but now it’s headed straight for Joshville. Toot-toot. This is like watching two monkeys at the puberty zoo. How do you know a python ate it? Did it leave a note?