First the jam, now the ... "hotsticks" (I'm pretty sure I don't want to know what those are)? When do they fit in the trick-turning?
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6 comments:
Ho-ly crap.
"Can you get out one of those pepperoni sticks? I just want to hold it."
That's hilarious!
Perhaps when the hos get too old to make much standing out on the street, they get a job at the meat counter. I am picturing slutty grandmas with wrinkly cleavage stuffing bratwursts....
Come on people! Have someone smarter than you proofread crap like this before you send it to the printer.
Ho-made.
*snort*
Calling things "ho-made" on purpose is even worse than forgetting to proofread. I'll bet the supplies are selling faster that ho-tcakes.
Ho-larious.
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