
Today in "Unintentionally Sexual Headlines", we have "Narnia’s Johnson Rides Hot Streak" from Variety.
*snicker*
Ahh, nothing like following a post bashing children with a post that proves I am one. But come on, can anyone read that without imagining a fictional fantasy realm’s phallus (a phiictional phantasy phallus, if you will)? I mean, am I right? Anyone?



You make CS Jesus weep
The only phallus I see is Anne Thompson.
Wouldn’t that be C.S. Penis…or better yet C. My. Penis?
Anne Thompson is such a cock tease. She tells me she’ll let me touch it but then she just puts it back in her pants.
michelle, you dont have a penis, silly
This has nothing to do with this thread, but that’s never stopped me before.
Fuck the City of Berkeley. Bleeding heart commie motherfuckers. Go hug a raghead. No really, go over there and protest the Marines. They’ll be happy to move out of the way so a suicide bomber can have a clear path at you. Assholes.
Wang. Heh heh.
Eib, make her prove it.
My given first and middle name is John Thomas.
True story.
yuh huh, it’s in a jar…and his name is Lewis.
stop looking at me Lewis. I SAID STOP IT.
*smash
I don’t have a penis. I have a beanstalk. A magic, nonexistant beanstalk.
Next movie in Anne Thompson’s Netflix queue: Smokin’ Aces.
/imagining the possibilities
I don;t have a penis, so much as I have a tendency to disappoint women sexually.
Jack!, to this day, I’m still amazed that there are adults in this world that don’t realize that Jack is a nickname for John.
My penis is a wonderful device that brings joy to
millions everywhereme on occasion. At other times it’s a bitter sonofabitch that won’t even look me in the eye.Aslan is on the knob.
JHC, it’s not always anymore. More and more parents are naming their kids Jack, not John. Stupid parents, not making their kids go through all the hassles I did when I was young.
Johntion!
Just doesn’t have the same ring to it.
My dad’s given name is Jack, not John. Born in 44…
He has a penis, for the record. He totally nailed my mom.
Apparently, my name is John when I’m out shopping for hookers.
He totally nailed my mom.
Who hasn’t?
Shit! I mean…
NNNeeeeeeeyyyyyooooowwwww!
<Crashes through wall leaving cutout outline in wall – rolls across floor – while getting up hits head on bottom of desk – yells "Motherfucker!">
Aslan is … ahhh fuckit…
Having two names makes life a lot easier.
Only bill collectors call me John, so it’s a lot easier to know when to hang up the phone.
DOOSHES in your BOOSHES!
He totally nailed my mom.
Who hasn’t?
good point, sir.
My name is Matt when I’m out shopping for hookers.
SS, query, why does your eggo avi have a goatee?
My neighbor’s name is Jack. But it’s short for Jackson.
I think he used to be a valet.
My name is Mr. Winky when I’m out snatching middle schoolers.
aslan is on the move into my kid’s diaper.
My name is Lance around the jungle gym.
My problem with shopping for hookers is that I always get arrested. Sure, label me the bad guys when YOUR police department obviously has a serious problem with prostitution. Fucking hippocrites.
My given name is Chris. When my wife and kids need something, it changes to Hey Fuckwad, Where’s Your Wallet?
I had an ex gf that wanted to call my shlong Mr. Winky. I thought that was stupid so I came in her eye and started calling her Ms. Winky. Now they were married and she had to do everything Mr. Winky said which was normally to have him balls deep in her face hole.
Anne Thompson is an expert on phictional phalluses. Just look at her.
Crap, that’s Stone’s “alter-eggo”.
New up meatsacks.
SS, query, why does your eggo avi have a goatee?
THE GOATEE IS YOUR DARK MASTER. OBEY ITS COMMAND. OBEY!!!!!