The Cellar: The cockroach on your wedding cake
The Cellar: The turd in your swimming pool The Cellar: The sand in your Vaseline™ |
The Cellar: When life hands us lemons, we make a party
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Teh Cellah: Even in the summer, its cool in here.
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The Cellar: Cellar your soul
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The Cellar: Deal with it.
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The Cellar: Dwell in it.
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The Cellar: Where the people are so very sultry.
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The Cellar: you are the harder you fall
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The Cellar: We're not laughing with you, we're laughing at you.
The Cellar: Your DNA must cry itself to sleep at night. The Cellar: We hate you, and we hope you die. |
The Cellar: We fart in your general direction.
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The Cellar: Where hopes, opinions, and dreams are squashed into oblivion.
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Cellar(©) Brand Hot Dogs: They're like a hot beef injection, in your mouth.
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The Cellar: Putting the lumps back into your white sauce.
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The Cellar: The Supreme Cock May Finally Do Something Right!
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The Cellar: So I had sex with a pinata.
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