Word Verifier: The BFM
Week 22: Pudding
First time visitors: The rules are simple. Go into my comments section, read your verification word and be creative. Each week I'll give just a bit of direction for the topic.
Although, something tells me that this week not only will you be ignoring the topic, but also the rules......aww, hell, special prize to comments #69, #100, and #666. However, #96 owes me a beer (or some Captain)
NO FAIR HITTING "REFRESH"
Ready? GO!
ENJOY!
First time visitors: The rules are simple. Go into my comments section, read your verification word and be creative. Each week I'll give just a bit of direction for the topic.
Although, something tells me that this week not only will you be ignoring the topic, but also the rules......aww, hell, special prize to comments #69, #100, and #666. However, #96 owes me a beer (or some Captain)
NO FAIR HITTING "REFRESH"
Ready? GO!
ENJOY!
posted by John at 12:01 AM
53 Comments:
Anytime someone says pudding J gets alwvk, all worked up and has to go rub one out while listening to a Bill Cosby comedy album.
"Vwimy!* This pudding is better than Brad's," Johnny exclaimed after swallowing a banana. "Smooth, creamy, tasty--what's your secret?"
"Fungus," Nonny replied.
*pronounced v-WHY-mee
Too much pudding always makes J have to take a bigsht. Honostly the whole house reaks for hours on end.
How cool,that was actually my WV?
yccqc=Brad's new line of instant pudding: Y'quick
Johnny took another bite of the pudding, and said, "There's no way this pudding is better than Brad's with tha addition of fungus. 'Fungus,' my foot, Nonny, this pudding is made with chocolate truffles!"
Nonny replied modestly, "Well, I did use yccqc for the base."
J is such a man whore that he actually had a new strain of gonorrhea named after him. It's called nhpjtlxm, it's 10 times for infective than regular gonorrhea and the only cure is a pudding enema.
O Fuq Mu, Nonny. You were just telling Birdy yesterday how much you loved my baby gravy on your cornbread in the mornings and how you were gonna put it on your salad tonight.
psjvqpbj
LadyKs To Do List:
-PleaSe J
-take ViQadin
-make PB&J
Fo' a Bizznanana Pizznudding Blizzard, lets head on down to the DdQzze
And then Nonny can rub it on her pubes.
So, you went out with Kate last night?
Actually, she made me dinner at her house. I brought my famous "Banana Pudding."
OOJASXXR?
Well, yeah, that's what I was talking about.
OOJASXXR: pronouced; (oo-ja-sex-er)
If J mentions his edlbnb run away. He's talking about his edible nut bag which, btw, is like leather and is covered in some mossy green shit.
Nonny, did R. Tyvr ever call you back about the test results?
Does it still burn? Itch? Glow in the dark?
Let me know when it clears up, I've got some new ideas for next time.
J's nickname is rmrod or ramrod. He likes it when Lady rams that rod up his urethra. Seriously, they both have major issues. I haven't been the same since hooking up with the two of them. Mentally or physically.
mhijnn
My hope is J doesn't need new nuts after Lady gets done with them. It's probably false hope though. Lady is a nutgobblin machine.
We're almost to 30.
Which is the exact number of seconds Fudgepacker J can last.
Unless you force feed him pudding.
and slap his ass while singing anything by Harry Connick Jr.
While wearing an Abe Vagoda mask.
Then he can go for a whole minute.
I was at lunch eating SpvaiQhs
It is a salty treat. The consistency of pudding, but you can only get it once every three or four hours...unless the chef has a headache.
adplo A dog pissed lumber out.
I was at work. Sorry I missed the festivities.
guqrfrz:Get your quiet red face ripped (at the) zoo.
Pudding in the ass just happens to be our Lunch Special today.
We have chocolate, Vanilla, and extra crunchy.
All pudding is served fresh from Qjwhoio, Canada.
I seem to have this ability to shut down people's comment sections.
I took a shower Wednesday (of last week).
unanzo: pronounced u-nan-zoh.
That's a cute little pink bunny. What I could do with it....and some pudding.
eoyswe
EEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOO! Suuuuuuiiiiiiieeeeeee! I'm hog calling, yall.
SG, let's just see what we can do about that pink on pink thing!
Ewww, Tapioca!
I prefer banana.
I hate comment jumping unless I land on something good
I'm still on top Friday!
I go away for five minutes and yall are having a yimqran without me?
Whatever that means. It must have something to do with sour soupy shit
Your clock myst be very fast. Or at least you are fast.
I've had my shots thank you
Who's Pete and why do we love him?
how'd he come to your rescue? did he bring the qjxixth?
That was rude of me since I don't even know you.
hahahahahahahahahahahaha Lady K beat Nonny to the punch! woot
O jee WJ
That's what LadyK was screaming during the 69.
It is official: Alkelda, Brad, Rawbean, and Jax now have detention.
Please see Professor Irv Wpu immediately!
according to my screen, this is post # 102....of course, it took 78 seconds to load this screen (yes, I clocked it), so I'm sure it's more like 137 or something by now. hahaha
sneqboj = sneezejob that's what I see, anyway. How is that different from a blow job? I don't think I wanna know
Wow, you girls worked it in here. Did you make any money?
Are we stopping now?
I need to be told when to stop you know!
I can't stop. You can't make me.
I have a great idea for the next BFM. Email me.
There is no stopping. You stop when you get tired of typing.
Or pudding.
the things I'd do with those lips
Mmmm...pudding.
fzsoc: fuzzy socks.
J, I'm soooo sorry I couldn't comment more! I wanted to. I seriously kept trying but had trouble getting in (because of my slow-ass computer and dial up!) and also got caught up in chatting with you and SG and Nonny. Lady K was too busy working and shit...hahahaha
Anyway, I'd say you had a good day here. Very good!
*peck/snog/grope*
eymsmmto Emilo Estevez and Yoko Ono's love child.
I'm #116. And I was creative. I want a prize. Now, dammit!
No no no. I'm 3117, and I want a prize. Pudding is good. I like pudding. Here are my favorite flavors:
lemon
chocolate
butterscotch
banana
pistachio
rice
creme caramel
try me!
I, Hitman B,am #120. That means I get a prize. No arguments, or I'll make you an offer you can't refuse. (Banana pudding! I'll make you banana pudding. No wait, that's not gruff enough. I'll whack some shins.) It sure is strange being you, Hitman J. All of a sudden, I'm talking in a southern accent, using my turn signal, and saying, "Hubba hubba hubba!" whenever I see a good-looking chick walk by. (The goslings and cygnets are also endearing, too.)
Hitman J! We need your help. Brad the Gorilla has undergone a most alarming transformation, and he thinks he's you. We're all at our wit's end around here.
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