Alrighty MGS. Enough is enough. I know all about your sacred love of tubular meat products, blah, blah, blah. I get it. Whatever. I don’t care how many times you ask, or how creative you get: I’m not wearing it.
My wife doesn’t understand me.
So, what am I supposed to do with this bun suit?
MGS, pork it! Sorry, I couldn’t resist. You could also post it to Freecycle. You never know who is in need of a bun suit.
Trying to comment. Not quite there. Something about a lap full of wieners.
Crown of Pork. Something.
She got a mouth like a sampler-bowl at the end of a long party.
One bun suit. Slightly soiled. You launder. Pick up at curb.
If you’re reading this ad, the bun suit is still here.
Ok, so how’d you go and soil the bun suit? You got some ‘splainin to do.
An unavoidable sausage accident.
Yeah, like that. Something.
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