Category: Kor’Thank

What the dick-tickle is happening, all you unwitting wiener-wielders who’ve bumbled happily through your day, then been caught unawares by your waiting friend’s sly finger-flick, surprising a high-pitched Star Wars Jawa cry from you—“UTTINI”—before you turn on them with the wrath of a thousand suns, ready to rain fire and death upon their nether parts…

What the sex-smirk is happening, all you folk who’ve soaked your furniture in wet spots and stains, then pretended not to notice when your friends come over and sit in a spot of your long-dead gametes which have crystallized into fine, crusty, filame— GROSS!  What the fuck are you doing, soaking your living quarters in…

What the dick-print is happening, all my heavy-hogged fellows who were persecuted during the eighties when super-tight jeans were the societal norm yet everyone pretended to be disgusted by big wiener-outlines, but now you’re riding the popularity of gray, womb-hammer-revealing sweatpants to its fullest potenti— Hey asshole—with great wiener comes great discretion!  Keep yer meat-show…

What the decepto-shart is happening, all you would-be pranksters who cup the air beneath your gross-hole, trying to catch a fart so you can fling it into your friend’s face but then your godawful buttocks betrays you by unleashing a shit-log right into your palm, so damn wide that it feels like you’re giving birth…