Good Morning, DUMBFUCK!

I don’t suppose any one should be the tiniest bit surprised anymore, except perhaps the ladies of who don’t know any better…yet.

What is it with DUMBFUCK and “the butt stuff?”

I’m wondering if Minny Jackson wasn’t actually his parents’ housekeeper at some time, and if “Two Slice Hilly” wasn’t really “Whole Pie Billy.”

Well, anything to distract from Maryland, where he’s really caught in a trick bag.

Ha ha ha.


Author: Paul Krendler

The Thinking Man's Zombie

3 thoughts on “Good Morning, DUMBFUCK!”

    1. The Duke of Dung.
      The Emperor of Effluence.
      The Fuhrer of Flatulence.
      The Potentate of Poo.


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