Mourning wood
Posthumous Prime
Torres went and asked Paul proudly, "How many goals will I end up with after thia this World Cup " Paul died laughing.
Mourning wood!
Mourning wood.
Mourning wood! :)
A bunch of bi Nanas.
Alien Chef: OH MY GOD YOU ATE MY GRANDMOTHER!
Not long... they like to do it while it's still warm.
A necrophiliac.