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What’s my smay willy got to do with anything?
Everything. You’re in this up to your smay neck.
What’s a ‘wully’?
It’s like a willy, but better insulated against the cold.
Maybe it’s a wuwy. Is that one of those modern ones that emits wifi?
A smay wuwy? I think that’s a type of Polish dessert.
“I’m too full for the lolldo whissty, I think I’ll have the smay wuwy to finish with.”
If you don’t want the lolldo whissty, I’ll have it. I love the texture of the creamy prongs.
(I’m awfully tempted to go for another ‘waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay’ but I think I’ve done too many recently and I’ve reached my quota for the month).
That’s what I read on the men’s room wall. Thanks for confirming.
What a zing! I’ve been well and truly zung. Thankfully the sour taste of the creamy prongs is cheering me up.
King of the zing.
You know the fraternity is still taking new members if you’re interested.
No thanks, I’m put off by the very steep membership fees and the overly strict rules about dress code.
I don’t make the rules, they’re decided by the king of the fraternity which is currently an Italian octopus in a tank.
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