Hey, we’ve seen this pop-bukkake before... I should note that this is a test to see how many double-entendres you can find. Men will excel at this.
Let me put it this way: if you go to a doctor and tell him you have a pain in your Squirt-Kebab, he’ll know where to look.
Okay, so it’s interwoven. Noted. They seem quite proud of the fact, even though you have no idea what it means. Dad’s pretty happy about it all, even though he has no idea that the grill is now picking up transmissions from Sputnik and reflecting them into his head. Wife’s happy, too, although she appears to be some sort of chameleon bred to blend in with SOS boxes and squeeze-bottles of French’s mustard. Daughter is incredulous as well, but happy no one is looking at her deformed right hand, which is not only elongated but ends at the wrist.
Hey, folks: is that fence
high enough?
Extra Rich Milk! You have to
spank the container to get the stuff out.
Why? You have to ask? Because our clip-art chemists interrogate blue fluids at eye level, that’s why!
Says the text: “One of the busiest departments of the Knudson Creamery Co. is its ultra-modern research laboratory; here, a select group of food technicians keep constant vigil over existing products to guard the high quality product standards of the Knudsen Creamery Co. and to develop new appetite-pleasing dairy products.”
That was 1958: people could not only use the word “ultra-modern” with a straight face, but they could use it to describe milk. You can practically see Jetson-style cows flying around the barn with little rockets strapped to their midsection.
If that flask ever starts talking, he's all ready to take dictation.
Okay, here we go. It’s “Mashed Potato Surprise.” The recipe calls for a special kind of mushrooms: canned mushrooms. Which you feed to the dog. The trick is get him to throw up right in the middle of the mashed potatoes.
And on cooking a late-nite meal for the stags: First of all, guys want liquor. They want a pistachio cordial that matches their ties, matches the coffee cups, and matches the salad and the relish.
And to remind them they're men, make sure to embed a batch of wriggling, erect weiners in a sea of beans.
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