Howdy Buttstains!
Hope you had a good week; mine was decentish. But, as a bonus Family Carcus returned to its normally rancid self this week– so… Here you go!
And now it’s your turn! I’ve left a doozy for you to caption this week. Just leave your “juiciest” caption in the comments and ill choose a winner next Friday:
Mangina Monologues 
Paula Dean says slaves used these to wipe their asses in the good ole days!
hey mommy, does this remind you of anything? like that pink plastic battery-operated sex toy I found in your bedroom nightstand? the one you use to finish yourself after daddy disappoints yet again?
Ribbed… for her pleasure!
So that’s what they mean by cornhole!
What do you mean that’s not how you make creamed corn?
Something interesting regarding the leukemia one – did you know that’s one of the more curable cancers out there? In fact they use a re-engineered HIV virus to change the immune system so it attacks the cancer cells. Pretty cool if you ask me.
“Daddy, don’t you wish you were this size….I do.”
It’s better all buttered up!
It’s bigger than dad and I still didn’t gag.
Hey… this tastes like Billy’s ass!
Victory in mine…I have defeated the gag reflex!!
This cob smells like cat food!!
What’s with all the dick jokes? It’s the Hindenburg.
The best thing about corn for dinner is that we can pick kernels from our stools in the morning and enjoy it again the next evening.
And when I pulled it out, all the corn was gone! Is that why it’s called the corn hole?