cunt broach

there's a cunt broach in the world and I don't own it. fuck. cunt.cunt.cunt.cunt.cuntity.cunt.cunt.cunt.



non sequitur of the day: cunt brunch. isn't that funny? it just popped into my head. who wants an invite?

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Joe said…
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8:11 PM
Joe said…
I admire your ability to toss the c-word around, I really do. Surely you deserve at least a commemorative broach for your efforts.

I feel really sheepish. I tagged you, but hadn't noticed at the time you'd already been --sigh-- tagged by another. So disregard.
8:20 PM
Bacon Lady said…
What a find! I must own one.

Does it come in a belt buckle?
5:20 AM
Ros said…
You were so funny today I think I owe you money!
4:47 PM
Al Sensu said…
Will you be serving brunch at the Y ?
7:23 PM
Anonymous said…
where can i get that from? My ex-Boyfriend is the biggest c**t in the world and he would love to wear this... no joke

matty6900@hotmail.com if anyone knows where i can get it from.

Thanks
5:47 AM
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