Portrait

The girl standing at the bar next to me was teaching her friend the finer points of being an airhead.

He's the kind of person who tells a joke and doesn't get it.

He was looking for lunch in all the wrong places.

His dick is so long, when he sits on the toilet he can play in the water.

He slid down the hill on his eyeballs.

A fly lands on a dead man's balls.

You say nothing, but I can see your lips dance.

What do you want to be when you blow up?

She wipes her ass with her bare hands.

His brain is not firing on all synapses.

Her hair was like seaweed in the sink.