J-Birding

I was J-Birding in the men's room when the door swung open and my buddy walked in.

Got caught J-Birding in the mall bathroom. My face was red, my pants were wet.

J-Birding in the bus stop bathroom. No one asked questions. I was just f***ed.

That joint was so big, I felt like I was going to f***ing explode.

I hit that J and immediately forgot my own name.

That J was so strong, my dog started barking at the ceiling.

My crush is a J-Bird. She’s got the body of a goddess and the smile of a saint.

That J-Bird walked in, and my heart skipped a beat.

I asked my neighbor if she was a J-Bird, and she said, ‘You’re kind of cute.’

That J-Bird hit me so hard, I thought I was flying out of the room.

I hit a J-Bird and immediately started talking to the ceiling.

That J-Bird was so good, I could’ve kissed my brother.

That J-Bird got called for five penalties in one game. He was in the nest the whole time.

That J-Bird got sent to the nest so much, he forgot how to play hockey.

That J-Bird got penalized so many times, I thought he was being f***ed by the ref.

That J-Bird escaped jail like he was f***ing invincible.

He’s a J-Bird. He’s been on the run for months, and he’s still got a f***ing smile on his face.

That J-Bird ran from jail and now he’s eating my mom’s f***ing lasagna.

Peter Griffin called the nudists J-Birds and they all f***ing cried.

That J-Bird word was so f***ing mean, I thought the nudists were going to die.

Peter Griffin called them J-Birds, and now they all have to wear f***ing shirts.