April 02, 2008
Can we Wii and Pii if we are a Shii?
At last, a chance for women to cash in on the heretofore men-only sport of target peeing. Somewhat NSFW (seems to be a recent trend of mine, but at least I'm not posting two a day like some preverts).
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Two thoughts: 1. Don't teachers usually like to claim that April Fools Day ends at noon? 2. MoFi doesn't need any peeing on cats, thanks.
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Oh, and lots of women can aim quite well standing up. *wipes shoes*
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I would like to commend them for not inflicting yet another rickroll on me today.
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I thought this had something to do with the Shiites; relieved it didn't.
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You said a mouthful!
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Oh, you boys and your crazy external urinary apparatuses!
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His crazy urinary apparatus Though manly, lost some of its status It quivered 'most nightly and shriveled up slightly When storm-tost by taco-fuelled flatus.
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Her basic and natural plumbing, Which kept singing and scatting and humming, Amazed all; while her pussy Entranced Claude Debussy Who kept notes on who's going and who's coming.
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Yes, young man, I see it is your name writ large into the yellowed snow. But what alarms me is that it is my daughter's handwriting.
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When I was but a wee lad, my mother went out one frosty winter morning to get the paper, only to find that the night before, my father, half-drunk after his evening out with the boys, had written "I Love You, Linda" in the snow in the front yard. She was understandably mortified.
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That's destined to be a smash hit party game. Just what it is with many lady's desire to have one of those? Ah, that naughty Wii. On the other hand (ha!), if the real-time lag is as bad as it looks on the video, I can imagine many flinging that remote in frustration.
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That's destined to be a smash hit party game. Just what it is with many lady's desire to have one of those? Ah, that naughty Wii. On the other hand (ha!), if the real-time lag is as bad as it looks on the video, I can imagine many flinging that remote in frustration.
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Teehee, a "wee lad!"
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"When I was but a wee lad, my mother went out one frosty winter morning to get the paper, only to find that the night before, my father, half-drunk after his evening out with the boys, had written "I Love You, Linda" in the snow in the front yard. She was understandably mortified." What? Her name wasn't Linda?
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*snort*
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More fun than just regular peeing.
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You don't need a Wii to wee like a he.