Remember 31 years ago when I was still wiping my bung hole? It’s been like trying to scrape peanut butter out of a carpet, that filthy chimichanga-ridden crust bung hole.
The last networking event I went to, I was in the bathroom wiping my bung-hole the entire time since they served Huevos Rancheros and beef-chimichanga burritos. Jeez, it was like scraping melted cheese off of a patty melt.
I think it could be better if you shut the fuck up, honestly. Jeez, you’re more disgusting than my girlfriend’s bung hole on Christmas eve, after she’s had spoiled cookie dough.
I’ll be spending my weekend eating Mexican food like Juevos Rancheros and chimichanga jalepenos burritos and my bung hole will be exploding like a nuclear bomb all weekend long.
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Awwww, you mad buddy boy? Keep acting like a bitch OVER THE INTERNET LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
A man would be a fool not to keep emergency toilet paper during a night out with Huevos Rancheros
What builds character (and upper arm strength) is spending hours in your toilet wiping your bung hole from all the Huevos Rancheros you ate last night
That’s the best comeback you could come up with, slugger? If I want my come back, I’ll go wipe it off of your mother’s face, buddy boy.
Baby wipes don’r work – they’re pretty small, and sometimes my fingers go for a trip through mud valley, if you catch my drift, buddy.
Or what, champ?
You’ve gotta admit, though, it’s true. And EVERYONE has experienced it at least a few times in their lives.
The only thing fucking off is these Huevos Rancheros out of my bung-hole, erupting with the thrusting power of Mount St. Helens
I got thrown out of a stable for servicing miniature horses, cotton-picker. LOL.
I was NOT responsible. Too many Huevos Rancheros, and my bung-hole looks like Mount St. Helens combined with the thrusting power of Krakatoa
That guy’s actually pretty cool – getting shitfaced fucking rocks
The only thing I believe is that wiping your bung-hole after a night of Huevos Rancheros and beef-burritos SUCKS.
Here’s to hoping you would shut the fuck up, little dingo.
The only thing soul-crushing is the moment during a dump when it breaks off messily and you KNOW you’re gonna be here a while.
Remember 31 years ago when I was still wiping my bung hole? It’s been like trying to scrape peanut butter out of a carpet, that filthy chimichanga-ridden crust bung hole.
The last networking event I went to, I was in the bathroom wiping my bung-hole the entire time since they served Huevos Rancheros and beef-chimichanga burritos. Jeez, it was like scraping melted cheese off of a patty melt.
Stop telling people to have a blessed weekend. I’m having a JUEVOS RANCHEROS AND CHIMICHANGAS BUNG-HOLE WIPING EXTROADINARE WEEKEND
I think it could be better if you shut the fuck up, honestly. Jeez, you’re more disgusting than my girlfriend’s bung hole on Christmas eve, after she’s had spoiled cookie dough.
I’ll be spending my weekend eating Mexican food like Juevos Rancheros and chimichanga jalepenos burritos and my bung hole will be exploding like a nuclear bomb all weekend long.
I diddle myself all day every day, especially while taking a steamy dump