Two sausage are lying in a fryping pan, sizzling and spluttering. One sausage says "Fuck me sideways, it's hot in here" and the other sausage says "Aaaargh! A talking sausage!"
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I took these photos with my Lumix camera. It has a Leica lens. Laika was the first dog in space. Dogs In Space is an Australian film made in 1986. My friend Fiona played Barbara the Socialist. Now my friend Miss Simons lives two doors from the house where Dogs In Space was shot in Melbourne. I just sold the Dogs In Space R-rated soundtrack LP on eBay for $26.
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20 comments:
This photo is oddly disturbing...
I feel a bit like I'm invading their privacy.
Is it the mustard?
What does the mustard say to the sausage?
C'mere, let me smear you.
(sound of me laughing like a ten year-old boy)
That's what I say to CockMaster.
I am both disturbed and... hungry.
I'm still stuck on the image of fucking someone sideways.
Hahahahahahaha!
I wonder if it's because I have a hangover that I now feel the need for a sausage sandwich?
A.Man: Tell that ten year old boy this one, then send him into a court room.
cuntie; boomboom
pheebs: I hear you. I feel the same about your netted men.
mike mike mike mike mike
anaglyph: I believe you always feel the need for a sausage sandwich, and that your hangover has merely removed your ability to resist.
I thoroughly recommend you type 'sausage sandwich' into google images.
That is very sexually Cthulhuesque
malach: How is it we always lean to the smutty? Even something as innocent as a sausage is besmirched.
And we love it.
Smutty makes the world go round or is it love or money?
Mmmm...
ag - for you, it's amniotic fluid.
Mike, me too.
Firing up the grill...
chickie: You love mike.
colonel: Tease.
A perfect opportunity for some Rasputin poems! Where's Joey when I need him?
Where's Joey when we all need him?
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