Eat my Jit.
Shut up, Jit lips.
You're a Jit stain.
The best part of your father's jit ran down his leg.
My Jit's backing up.
Last night, my Jit hit my forehead.
Shut up, Jit lips.
You're a Jit stain.
The best part of your father's jit ran down his leg.
My Jit's backing up.
Last night, my Jit hit my forehead.
by JimInPhila June 14, 2007