MacaqueAndCheese

Wrong Island, you wanted pepstein Island owned by the original Pepsi recipe creator Geoff Pepstein

Don't forget the classic "I got it on on Epstein's Island and all I got was this shitty presidency and my victims will probably never face justice because I'm such an old piece of shit but everyone also hopes that my cult followers will pull a Jonestown when I'm gone so they can follow me to the promised land and we can eat unlimited hamburgers and diet Coke but because I went to hell all I get to eat are tacos Al pastor made by a guy who's never heard of Mexico while a bird named Gerry feeds another bird named Gerry some pie made out of my eyeballs"

I've got electric lights in my house too but you don't see me giving them to plants do you?

Guess I'll never get into Jay's bone zone. Love you Doug.

How the hell would I generate these using a Liquor License of Montreal? That makes about as much sense as shaving a kiwi to ride an airplane toy to the oven.

I like saying words too

If you dump it on your garden it'll make your vegetables salty so that when you eat them you don't have to add seasoning. The more salt you put the better the plants will do. My grandpa Ahmed used to tell me about that trick when I was a kid and his yard was the most wonderful desert.

My name used to be Rachel but they made it illegal in my country after the Friends finale so I had to change it to Dave. It doesn't really suit me but it's nice whenever I introduce myself people are like "wow. Dave, that's such a unique name". I've only ever met one other Dave in my life and he was a total loser like me so we hit it off pretty well and got married 6 days ago at a Asian grocery store in The Dominican Republic.

I hope I meet another Dave one day so I can marry him too. I've considered changing my name back to Rachel since it doesn't seem to be illegal anymore but you know that name just doesn't suit me as well as Dave.

My great grandmother's Danish step aunt used to buy sticks of RAM for her husband every Valentine's Day, she would ram them into his ass but they would just break and it was a total waste of money. Five years ago she passed away because she didn't know you're supposed to huff jenkem and drank the bottle, they held the funeral at an Arby's in Texas and placed bottles of jenkem all over the place and the staff were pretty upset. Thankfully it's Arby's so there weren't any other customers.

Not necessarily, have you ever tried to eat a fleshlight? Doesn't work. Have you ever tried to eat a rotisserie chicken? Delicious. Who cares if it's filled with the cum of my past 6 ejaculations. Plus you can make some tasty broth with the bones after.

Oh and one more thing, why is a rotisserie chicken ten dollars at the grocery store but the raw uncooked ones are like 14 dollars? Is the discount because I've already ejaculated into it 6 times before I even bought it? What a deal!

The baby Sun from Teletubbies all grown up. I bet he likes to drink several beers while giving people sunburns and sings songs to his friends about giving humans skin cancer. Susan probably won't like me saying this but fuck the sun.

Every year on Valentine's Day my neighbor's husband has been asking to borrow some bike chain lubricant, I know he uses it as lube to masturbate but I don't mind because everyone needs a little love on Valentine's Day.

This all changed 2 Valentine's days ago when he started asking for treadmill lubricant and I told him I don't have a treadmill but he insisted I give him treadmill lubricant, he held a machete to my throat and told me to drive to the nearest gym and break into the maintenance closet to get some of that sweet sweet treadmill lube. Well I refused and he killed me, I spent 4 days getting my head sewn back on by an army vet that happened to be at the gym so I was very thankful.

Since then, every Valentine's Day I squirt a little bit of treadmill lubricant on my neck scars in his honour.