ART hritis

She has arthritis in her tits

She said, Jose I need you to take me to the hospital

For what?

I have arthritis – in my tits.

Is that even possible?

It is. I’m the first case. They want to name the disease after me

Wow. Well at least you get that.

Yeah. So can you take me?


Thanks babe. You’re the best.

Hey, I’m just doing what any decent person would.

No. You’re better than a decent person. . . You are a great person.


Possible Interactions

Random Dialogue Pt. 1

He. Mr. Marketer: get up whore! And market the products. Hurry up. We have deadlines to meet.

But sir, I am so tired, my sir.

Mr. Marketer: get up whore! Get up!

*On his phone he plays the sound of a whiplash*

Mr. Marketer: whore, get up! Get up! Get up! Get up!

Sir, I am sorry, sir. I am so …

Mr. Marketer: Whore? Whore? Someone call an ambulance this whore just passed out.

Assistant #1: sir you have to call a special ambulance for whores. It’s called the Whore Ambulance.

Mr. Marketer: Then call the Whore Ambulance then! What the hell are you waiting for?!



She inserted one of those zigzag straws into an anus

And began drinking

On the bar lay the source of anus, ass

The ass was perched there like a cooked turkey

And I was like, hello. I walked up

And she was caught off guard and so she spit out a little shit at me

She said, omg I’m sorry. And she cleaned it up with a napkin (or at least tried)

I was like, excuse me. Can I get what she’s having?

And I pierced it with my straw and drank. And then she took her straw and wiggled it into my ass and we were both drinking from the same ass.

I was a little mad because it tasted good. I’m like, order another one for yourself… whore

Yeah you’re dressed like a whore

You’re just mad I’m not your whore

Bitch! I don’t care about you, whore.

“Fuck you asshole!,” she said.