A lobster poacher was caught the other day. I guess they found 6000lbs. of illegal lobster in his million dollar home. He has been doing this for at least 20 years now. Which means he has to have lost his electricity more then a few times because of hurricanes, which means his million dollar home would have smelled like stinky snatch when all those tails thawed out. From what I understand it was a welcome change from the smell of his wifes pu$$y. He had made millions of dollars from selling illegal lobster, and yet never seemed to be able to afford a decent douche. He must have had a generator that could run for a few weeks at a time. That way the lobster wouldn’t spoil and his felon of a wife could power her jackhammer driven dildo. She might not have needed it if she had gotten rid of her terrible acne. Then she could have paid the pool boy to actually fuck her instead of her husbands gaping, stretched, jail slut ass. I think I am going to pay the other inmates in the prison he goes to to cut the rope off his soap and coat it in cod liver oil so that he can’t keep a hold on it, and tattoo his ass “I take it all”.
3 Responses to ' Lobster Mobster. '
Leave a reply
You must be logged in to post a comment.
on August 10th, 2008 at 4:08 am
How about a t-shirt with “Eat pussy, not lobster” it? I think you’ve got the tits to wear slogan like that.
on August 11th, 2008 at 8:50 pm
Mmmmm….poached lobster! [drool...]
on August 11th, 2008 at 9:05 pm
A friend of mine commented once upon having crab legs at Hooters that he wanted a T-Shirt that read “I got crabs at Hooters! Smell my finger.”