Morning Tush!

Who needs a hot-open turkey, egg, and cheese on rye, when you can have a hot-open tush instead? I don't know about you guys, but I'm beyond fuckin horny on this seasonable Thursday in the Tri-State! If I didn't know any better, then someone must have slipped a fuckin ExtenZe in my morning Zima!!! What the fuck do I know, though? I'm the same guy who has a to-do-list that reads: CVS - blank cd's, vaseline, & mini-radio!  What the fuck is this? Romper room?! Unbelievable, folks! I guess that's why I'm thankful for women like the WWE's Brooke Adams on days like this! Feast your eyes on that fuckin fanny! If you don't want to eat Cinnamon Toast Crunch directly out of her rear-end, then you must be about as cool as Ken Fuckin Rosenthal! Get a life, you loser!!! What do you say, Brooke? I have General Fuckin Mills right in my jorts!!! I recommend you salute him with your tongue, while I tickle you twat with my toes, as you're slurping on my spoon! Woah!!! I thought this was a family blog?!?! Believe it or not, geniuses, I came out of the womb, and my first fuckin word was profanity! I didn't say shit, or fuck, or prick, I simply screamed profanity!!! Now sit on it, Brooke! I said I like my clam juice with some pulp!!!!