today my idiot brother screamed"ahhhhh im dead!’ but it wasn’t really, so i d3cded to make it a reality until my sister came…

AND HELPED ME! - for once but then two minutes later my mom showed up, we k!lled him right infront of her and she screamed! "DONUTS AND PIZZA FOR YPU AND MORE IF YOU GO TO MRS ROBERTS HOUSE AND SAY HI AND BYE TO DADDY!!! and she hands us both a sharp tool and i say what about tommy!!! arn’t u MAD!!! then she replied who’s THAT??? COZ HE AINT MINE HIS NAME IS TOMMY, TOMMY ROBERTS. so then me and my sister visit mrs ROBERTS AND SHE SAID OH THIS ISN’T ANYTHING IMPORTANT GO HOME! so then my sister nd i say hi! and do a countdount aftr that my nike white jumper had turned red! IT WAS A MUCH BETTER COLOUR , MUM SEEMED TO APROVE AS WELL!😊😊😊 but then the police question us where daddy was so then mom said… oh he’s moved on! so then the police officer was like ahem ma’m where! SO THEN I BELLOWED… UP - UR -A##. And we got let off the hook, then we moved oh and we k!lled the cop 2 and oh did i meantion we HAD a maid, and a landlord and a cat but they were all 2 annoying so we got rid of them and now our new backyard is very smellyyy and i dont think there is enoff space to put muummy anymore so now i dont think sissy will fit either🧐 i will ask my neibour nessy she’ll obviously say YES or ill…

ok like for part two☺☺☺



Mr Big Fart

Why don’t lesbians like dick? Because they don’t want there mouths looking like jesus christs hands.

Little Johnny

🏳️‍🌈 Audrey 🏳️‍🌈

Little Johnny’s sister Suzy sees her mom in the shower and asks what is that between your legs? Her mom responds, “That is my garage”. The next day Suzy sees her dad in the shower and says, “What is that between your legs?” Her dad answers, “It is a motorcycle that gets parked in mommy’s garage.” The next day Suzy came to dinner with blood all over her hands. Her mom asks, “Why is there blood all over your hands Suzy?” Suzy says, " Well… little Johnny tried to put his motorcycle in my garage so I ripped its wheels off."



What do you call a man with no hands? Clapless



edward scissor hands: why is it that every time i touch someone they get ofended? kids: cause your a physco path



Have you ever had a friends who masturbated many times? I had one who did a lot but he had no imagination…when he masturbated imagines His hand



Instead of Edward scissor hands I’m Edwardscissor wrists



now you should let your imagination work … imagine naked Jesus with an direction… and nail holes in his hands …



The police told everyone to put there hands up and the police were having fun waving there hands around.

Little Johnny


mom, mom I’m holding my little brother’s hand … little Johnny good! but he’s not born yet

Little Johnny


mom, mom I’m holding my little brother’s hand … little Johnny good! but he’s not bien yet


Mrs. Brone

The moment came. The starter dropped his red flag. “They’re away!”

Not for one second did Agba need to hunt for Lath in that flying stream of horseflesh. He did not even look for the scarlet and white stripes of the jockey’s body-coat. His eyes were fixed on the littlest horse, the littlest horse that got away to a bad start!

The field was far out in front. The big horses were whipping down the steep slope to Devil’s Dyke, skimming along the running gap, leaping up the opposite bank and across a long flat stretch. They were beginning to bunch, making narrow gaps. Lath was coming up from behind. He began filling in the gaps. He went through them. He was a blob of watercolor, trickling along the green turf between the other colors.

For a brief second the horses were hidden by a clump of hawthorn trees. Agba’s knees tightened. He felt Sham quiver beneath him, saw white flecks of sweat come out on his neck. It was well the grooms were there to hold them both!

The horses were coming around the trees now. The golden blob was still flowing between the other colors. It was flowing beyond them, flowing free!

In full stride, Lath was galloping down the dip and up the rise to the ending post. He was flying past it, leaving the “lusty” horses behind.

“The little horse wins!”

“Lath, an easy winner!”

“Lath, son of Godolphin Arabian, wins!”

People of all ages and all ranks clapped their hands and cheered in wild notes of triumph.

Agba never knew how he and Sham reached the royal stand. But suddenly, there they were. And the Earl of Godolphin was there, too.

“I am pleased to give,” Queen Caroline was saying in her sincere, straightforward manner, “I am pleased to give and bestow upon the Earl of Godolphin, the Queen’s Plate.”

Everyone could see it was not a plate that she held in her hands at all. It was a purse. But only Agba and the Earl knew how much that purse would mean to the future of the horse in England. The Earl looked right between the plumes in the Queen’s bonnet and found Agba’s eyes for an instant. Then he fell to his knees and kissed the Queen’s hand.

A hush fell over the heath. The Queen’s words pinged sharp and clear, like the pearls that suddenly broke from her necklace and fell upon the floor of the stand. No one stooped to recover them, for the Queen was speaking.

“And what,” she asked, as she fixed one of her own purple plumes in Sham’s headstall, “what is the pedigree of this proud sire of three winning horses?”

Agba leaned forward in his saddle.

There was a pause while the Earl found the right words. “Your Majesty,” he spoke slowly, thoughtfully, “his pedigree has been…has been lost. But perhaps it was so intended. His pedigree is written in his sons.”

How the country people cheered! An unknown stallion wearing the royal purple! It was a fairy tale come true.

The princesses clapped their hands, too. Even the King seemed pleased. He puffed out his chest and nodded to the Queen that the answer was good.

Agba swallowed. He felt a tear begin to trickle down his cheek. Quickly, before anyone noticed, he raised his hand to brush it away. His hand stopped. Why, he was growing a beard! He was a man! Suddenly his mind flew back to Morocco. My name is Agba. Ba means father. I will be a father to you, Sham, and when I am grown I will ride you before the multitudes. And they will bow before you, and you will be King of the Wind. I promise it.

He had kept his word!

For the first time in his life, he was glad he could not talk. Words would have spoiled everything. They were shells that cracked and blew away in the wind. He and Sham were alike. That was why they understood each other so deeply.

The Godolphin Arabian stood very still, his regal head lifted. An east wind was rising. He stretched out his nostrils to gather in the scent. It was laden with the fragrance of wind-flowers. Of what was he thinking? Was he re-running the race of Lath? Was he rejoicing in the royal purple? Was he drawing a wood cart in the streets of Paris? Or just winging across the grassy downs in


I'm a woman.

A 28 year old woman, Olga, in Meshchovsk, Russia took justice into her own hands when a 32 year old male robber, Viktor, decided to rob her salon. She tied him, feeding him only Viagra, having sex with him over and over. After a few days, she released him after he stated he learned his lesson and wouldn’t go to the police. He lied and went to the police anyways. Both were arrested.

After his sentence was over, Viktor sat down to speak to the local news. The reporter asked Viktor, “How was this whole ordeal?” Viktor replied, “I’ve had better.”




If cancer was a person I’d shake their hand and say: thank you for your service.

Sorry if it’s too far but don’t come here if u can’t take it

Little Johnny


Theres a kid named little Johnny who would always cuss. Well one day, he was sitting in class and the teacher said “lets play a game”. so the game was she calls out a letter and someone raises her hand and tells her a word that begins with that letter. teacher says “A” little Johnny raises his hand and the teacher thinks to herself “well he might say something like a$$” so the teacher calls on sally. sally say “apple”. the teacher says “B” little Johnny raises his hand. the teacher though “no he might say something like b!tch”. so the teacher goes all the way to R. the teacher says “R” little Johnny raises his hand and say “me me please I really know one”. then the teacher thinks to herself “well theres no cuss word that starts with R” so she said “ok Johnny give me a word that starts with R” little Johnny says “a rat!” and the teacher very pleased say “very good Johnny what type of rat” little Johnny says “A big gosh damn mother freaker”. sorry I had to edit some word but y’all know what I meant.


Carson j

Do you know how baby’s are made the boy puts his penuis in the girls butt and goes up and down for ten min then the girl takes a prego test and if it says no then you keep doing it tell she prego and the boy will lick the girl Down there 👇 and she will put his penuis in her mouth and suck it.Then he will spit on his hand and rub it on you’re her boobs and lick/suck them.


Old man

A man walks into a pharmacy and asks the pharmacist, “May I have a bottle of arsenic, please?” She is shocked. “Why would you want something like that?” The man calmly tells her, “I want to poison my unfaithful wife and her lover.” The pharmacist is now horrified. She said, “I can not possibly give you that. It is completely illegal and I would lose my license and be prosecuted for conspiracy and murder!” At this point the man hands the pharmacist a photo of his unfaithful wife having sex with the pharmacist’s husband. She examines it then looks up at him. “Oh. I didn’t know you had a prescription.”


That was single handedly the stupidest shit i have ever heard in my Iife youre parents should be ashamed at how braindead you are

That was single handedly the stupidest shit i have ever heard in my life youre parents should be ashamed at how braindead you are


That was single handedly the stupidest shit i have ever heard in my life youre parents should be ashamed at how braindead you are

That was single handedly the stupidest shit i have ever heard in my life youre parents should be ashamed at how braindead you are



Hi guys, so today I am going to do another blog. It’s just for fun, and yeah. Enjoy! So, this morning, when I woke up, I heard that I was getting new grips, I was so excited. (Incase you guys don’t know what grips are, they are sort of like gloves that go on your hands and they are for gymnastics bars.) I was excited because my old grips don’t fit me anymore and my coach was like “Oh I can get you some new ones since we have a meet in a week.” And so I was like “Oh that’s fine. My parents ordered me some. Thank you though.” And she was like “Okay that’s fine. Just make sure you have them by next week” So long story short, I have new grips now.