You're probably wondering why I'm standing behind a hooker, right?
Well, you see, unbeknownst to her, I'm a serial rapist. It's a terrible skeleton to have in one's closet, but you can't pick the bones you're born with.
But mostly I just have a boner... that I will forcefully bone her with. HAWHAWEHEEHAW
Hey, I'm all up for it. You don't have to force anything. I'll gladly throw you a free bone or two. Bone appetit!
I hate myself sometimes. But I only do what is necessary. For truth, for freedom, and for really bad and tastelessly abusive usage of puns.
posted May 11th, 2016 ( permalink )
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