Considering how public the uproar has been over him, it must have taken some COMPLETELY clueless graphics staffer to cook that up. Must have been telecommuting from a one-room shack in Montana.
Webster's defines peepee kissing as "the act of a male dick humper to apply his lips to a penis, be it human or animal, for enjoyment and/or money." Lab tests have proven peepee kissing to be very addictive in male bitches (Foley). It's about as bad as nicotine. Most peepee kissers refer to it as dickotine. Anyway, Foley has enjoyed peepee kissing since his first communion. His priest properly welcomed him into the "faith" by offering his own flesh. A selfish act indeed. And to show his respect for the priest, Foley gracefully crossed himself and kissed peepee. Amen. Years passed and Foley still practiced his "faith" on homeless guys, chickens, IHOP cooks, janitors, and Capitol Hill pages. He fought to be elected to Congress only to find out that peepee kissing is only practiced in the White House, but Congress won't tolerate that shit. So, Foley only practices his "faith" on Sunday mornings with the local Shriner chapter. Thus, sealing his fate as a genuine, lifelong peepee kisser. Amen.
I think I've said too much already. A girl can't lay down all her cards at once. Good thing my deck goes higher than 52. I wish I were a guy so I could pee anywhere I wanted while standing up. That's real power. I'd like to meet the following: My great-great grandparents, the N. Oklahoma ones, not the Swiss gentry. My woebegone friendship with Adam G. The man who's going to be with me till we're retired to the porch swing sucking on glycerine tablets, and who still reads to me at night, while I rub his feet. My ambitions with commitment and discipline. The characters from old David Lee Roth videos. Hot carb on carb action. That fucker who keeps trying to take the bbq, in a dark alley, satan's minions, lilliputians, nigglers, pifflers, piddlers, snake-oil peddlers, cripples, do-gooders, truth-seekers, sweethearts, wandering minstrels, interlopers, robber barons, saints, sinners, people who snort and guffaw, holler and whoop, tender tender people with good hearts, and all my fat little babies. I like BUTTER! And Vitamin Z!
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Considering how public the uproar has been over him, it must have taken some COMPLETELY clueless graphics staffer to cook that up. Must have been telecommuting from a one-room shack in Montana.
Everything is a conspiracy!
uhh...he's not with us...really...uhhh...ya...
Why Mark Foley is a genuine peepee kisser:
Webster's defines peepee kissing as "the act of a male dick humper to apply his lips to a penis, be it human or animal, for enjoyment and/or money." Lab tests have proven peepee kissing to be very addictive in male bitches (Foley). It's about as bad as nicotine. Most peepee kissers refer to it as dickotine. Anyway, Foley has enjoyed peepee kissing since his first communion. His priest properly welcomed him into the "faith" by offering his own flesh. A selfish act indeed. And to show his respect for the priest, Foley gracefully crossed himself and kissed peepee. Amen. Years passed and Foley still practiced his "faith" on homeless guys, chickens, IHOP cooks, janitors, and Capitol Hill pages. He fought to be elected to Congress only to find out that peepee kissing is only practiced in the White House, but Congress won't tolerate that shit. So, Foley only practices his "faith" on Sunday mornings with the local Shriner chapter. Thus, sealing his fate as a genuine, lifelong peepee kisser. Amen.
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