7 thoughts on “Cornography”

  1. Sometimes those googly-eyed lesbian corn combs looks right into ya. Right into your eyes. And, you know, the thing about a googly-eyed lesbian corn comb … she’s got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll’s eyes. When she comes at ya, doesn’t seem to be living… until she bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then… ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin’. The ocean turns red, and despite all the poundin’ and the hollerin’, they all come in and they… rip you to pieces.

  2. He should have known Rue Barb was bound to turnip sooner or later and would avacodo him looking at cornography. Now he’s shucked. I hope he didn’t beet his pea-pea.

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