Promoted from our Community Blogs
Welcome back! If you can hear me, then that means you survived the winter weather and came here to check out the newest edition of Comments of the Week. If so, that means you care more about this community showcase than you do your own friends and family! Gee, that means a lot to me! I think we should snuggle up beside the fireplace. Please ignore the copious amounts of condoms lying there, that’s just there for… decoration. Anyway, before we get started, comments are divided into three categories:
TRUTH: drinking chocolates dates thousands of years ago, where the Mayan used to drink them cold with wine and chili peppers.
LOL: that’s why they’re all dead.
WUT?: now if you’ll excuse me, I need to make drinks for my upcoming suicide party. Can you say “best sleepover ever”?
Normally, I’d recommend that you check out last week’s edition, but I passed out after eating a candy bar, so unless you really, really, REALLY want to watch me sleep the whole time, then… you’re weird. Also, I kept hearing Mike Martin’s voice, but I’m not sure why. Maybe you should check it out and see what the hell happened.
Dreamweaver: “If it grows lips and sucks my dick, I’m buying two”
If you get three, it becomes a harem.
Dreamweaver: Now this is a man who’ve seen some stuff.
Dreamweaver: I paid someone’s mom 14 cents to have sex with me, but it, too, wasn’t worth the effort.
Dreamweaver: I bet he would like for you to give it a “blow” better.
Dreamweaver: Technically, he did say “no.” This is why he’ll never becoe a lawyer.
Dreamweaver: This is why we don’t hand Joe clipboards.
Dreamweaver: iam16 can see into the future, which clearly means he’s a witch.
Time to bust out the pitchforks.
Dreamweaver: I think it’s because that rock in the distance suspiciously looks like an erect penis with testicles.
Dreamweaver: I hope it also comes with a replica of his bulge. I like my girls to have floppy weiners.
Dreamweaver: Can’t I just call it FNAF World?
Dreamweaver: Just like me in bed.
I can already hear the ladies lining up.
Dreamweaver: Thanks for ruining my dinner. Jerk.
Dreamweaver: He could never be a pimp.
Dreamweaver: Not without dinner.
Dreamweaver: Of course not. The closer the kin, the better the skin. Why settle for less?
Dreamweaver: Gosh darn it, Baron.
Dreamweaver: If you don’t get the joke, try saying it with a Canadian accent!
Dreamweaver: Permission granted, I say.
Dreamweaver: That’s not true at all. I don’t want someone hogging the vagina while the body’s still warm.
Dreamweaver: You’re clearly a straw.
Dreamweaver: Urine? More like ur-out… of urine.
Dreamweaver: Just like my girlfriend.
Dreamweaver: Get out.
Dreamweaver: Isay should write parody movies for now on.
Dreamweaver: …Like the Jews?
Dreamweaver: Have you seen him with his shirt off?
Dreamweaver: Directions unclear, got dick stuck in box.
Dreamweaver: Huh… now that he mentioned it, it’s like Bowser is trying to warn Mario about an impending doom, but he’s too busy trying to drive away from Wario like he’s the fat cousin who no one wants to hang with. Also, Peach is obviously trying to check out his mushroom.
Dreamweaver: You’re right, he does look contagious.
Dreamweaver: He’s too sexy for that body.
Dreamweaver: Well, not that shocked.
Dreamweaver: It’s not? Dammit, those foreign money changers lied to me! I should’ve known Australia wouldn’t have such a sweet name for their money.
Dreamweaver: Not enough butts, 2/14.
Dreamweaver: The only explanation is that these guys are all Canadians.
Dreamweaver: I also have a thing, but the police says I’m not allowed to show it anyone.
Dreamweaver: I am now entirely suspicious of wizards who asks me to shake their staffs to make mayonaisse.
Alrighty then, that’s it for this edition! Remember what I always say, kids: “stay in school, eat your vegetables, and why do drugs when you can get more money selling them?” Toodle loo!