vertu inní eldhúsi

lol

heheheh

Og brandarinn sem ég lofaði :

Girl: “Forgive me father for I have sinned.”
Priest: “What have you done my child?”
Girl: “I called a man a son of a b**ch.”
Priest: “Why did you call him a son of a b**ch?”
Girl: “Because he touched my hand.”
Priest: “Like this?” (as he touches her hand)
Girl: “Yes father.”
Priest: “That's no reason to call a man a son of a b**ch.”
Girl: “Then he touched my breast.”
Priest: “Like this?” (as he touched her breast)
Girl: “Yes father.”
Priest: “That's no reason to call him a son of a b**ch.”
Girl: “Then he took off my clothes, father.”
Priest: “Like this?” (as he takes off her clothes)
Girl: “Yes father.”
Priest: “That's no reason to call him a son of a b**ch.”
Girl: “Then he stuck his you know what into my you know where.”
Priest: “Like this?” (as he stuck his you know what into her you know where)
Girl: “YES FATHER, YES FATHER, YES FATHER!!!”
Priest: (after a few minutes): “That's no reason to call him a son of a b**ch.”
Girl: “But father he had A*DS!”
Priest: “THAT SON OF A B**CH!!!”

eða hvað? :)

Ég í síðustu viku á fundi með vini mínum úr latabæ.

æji mig vantaði lampa

grin af you'l never walk alone

I lol'd

Mig grunar að einhver húmoristi sé hér á ferð