a big fat bird sitting at the bar smiled at me and said ''i love the strong silent type''
i said ''oh you mean men like me'' ???
she said ''no, i mean farts, like the one i've just done''
not my type
Re: not my type
Cant have been that bad because you two were still talking ..... When i let one off my strong silent ones, no one speaks .... for a long while. They just drop to the floor and crawl out of the room on all fours, head hanging down and a greenish purple slime oozing out of their eyes, ears and nostrils ...





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