Sunday, March 10, 2013

Betty Rubble is a dirty girl!

I just want to know if they are cannibals since they are doing on top of a Homer Simpson rug.
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Chip S. said...

She's sort of a cannibal if she swallows, I suppose.

NTTAAWWT! (The extra "A" is for "absolutely".)

March 11, 2013 at 1:14 AM
windbag said...

The caveman diet is popular these days.

March 11, 2013 at 7:24 AM
Titus said...

I had to go to the Boston Harbor today for a very strategic meeting with Key Opinion Leaders.

Anddddddd.

I fucking saw a humpback whale. It really is hump backed. It was swimming all hump like-total Hunchback of Nortre Dame.

I got horny watching the humpback whale swim, with it's huge hump. I ended up Jerky Jerky (alone) at the Legal Seafood (nearby) bathroom. I was thinking about the hump back going up and down and me riding on it with an erection and then finally splewing on it's hump. After the jerky jerky I reflected and though about red staters in flyover country who don't have access to seeing whales and I felt sad and then wiped the chiz that show all the way to my face. The load consisted of 4 "gulps" of load that was pretty intense.

Sometimes you just have to blow a load.

tits.

March 11, 2013 at 7:50 PM
MamaM said...

I ended up Jerky Jerky (alone) at the Legal Seafood (nearby) bathroom.

Unfortunately, not quite alone as it may have seemed, with this recording from outside the stall submitted as evidence.

March 12, 2013 at 12:37 AM
chickelit said...

The chirbit microphone was there and captured everything, MamaM: link

Titus is busted

March 12, 2013 at 11:21 AM
chickelit said...

I wonder if Troop is on the road traveling and reset the clock on his blog. Just noting how my time stamp antedated MamaM's

March 12, 2013 at 12:43 PM
Chip S. said...

It's a strange property of the 12-hr. clock that 12:37 AM does indeed come before 11:21 AM.

Strange, but true.

March 12, 2013 at 1:03 PM
chickelit said...

Doh!

March 12, 2013 at 2:11 PM
MamaM said...

Brain warp: the untimely result of being a hop, tick and a squeal too close to the vortex created by the mind and imaginations of Titus. Warning...warning...warning: At this time you are one chirbit away from being TOTALLY TITUSIZED!

As impressed as I am with your prodigious ability to capture essence, chickelit, I'm even more awed by the strength required to speak that mess out loud and do so without breaking character!

Another bezazzaling blinger.

March 12, 2013 at 6:33 PM
chickelit said...

I'm hoping Titus hears himself in the echo, MamaM.

March 12, 2013 at 7:25 PM
MamaM said...

One can hope, but he may be busy out hunting stags.

I believe him to be missing the boat when it comes to chirbit. I found listening to the audio version of that hot mess to be much more startling than the written piece.

While he's over splashing in The Other Pond searching for new catfish to startle into caring about his sensitivities and proclivities with the same tired old yarns, he could be delivering much punchier blows with Clever Chirbits and land himself some of the glory that used to drift his way as an edgy Loaf Pincher.

The babes would go wild.

March 13, 2013 at 1:28 PM
chickelit said...

Titus need only script the words and I can deliver. It's a strange symbiosis but no more sick and wrong than Roger Daltrey singing Pete Townshend's lyrics.

March 13, 2013 at 6:44 PM
Chip S. said...

Hey chick, An ebbing tide strands all yachts first--the anti-JFK is right at the top of my Stuff I Wish I'd Thought Of list.

Bravo.

March 14, 2013 at 12:19 AM
chickelit said...

Thanks Chip! I'm glad somebody noticed.

March 15, 2013 at 4:51 PM

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