This thing (http://www.stumbleupon.com/toolbar/#url=http%2525253A//walkingdead.net/perl/euphemism) is wacky and hilarious.

This is not an appropriate place for
tweaking the coconut-cream hotel.

Guess what I've been doing? That's right --
holding the sheriff.

Will you stop
filing the proverbial yam?!

The last time I saw him, he was
spanking the cheap ham pedestrian.

You go!

Well, I know what I'll be doing this weekend.
snuggling the little goddess!

:lol:

Needless to say, I promptly began
burping the sausage.

Alone once again, she retired to the bedroom and began
stealing the warlock.

The friendly men spent an enjoyable afternoon
refinishing the sloppy flambé.

Shut the door!
I'm yelling at the donuts!

Returning after her mysterious disappearance, she sheepishly admitted she had been
munching the French egg.

Like most guys his age, he wasn´t above
boxing the big immigrant.

She checked the coast was clear before
hammering the kitten.

He spent every lunch hour at home
exercising the cave.

Halfway thru the prodject, Frank looked like he had been
killing the RV.

Halfway through the project, Frank looked like he had been
wrestling the cave.

Like most guys his age, he wasn't above
fondling the object.

Of course, back in my day we called it
sleeving the one-eyed chimp.
:lol:

He normally shut his eyes while
licking the tunnel.
:rotfl:

smacking the sweaty midget...

My really hot neighbor asked me to mow her lawn yesterday. I pulled out the old mower, revved up the engine, and started pushing it around, cutting down all her grass to an appropriate size. I finished up, put the mower in her garage nice and tight and snug, and went around into the back door, where I asked her if she wanted me to trim her bushes. She smiled and said no, but asked if I wanted to have a smoothie. Grinning, I took the smoothie and started slurping it up. It tasted so good, I licked the rim twice. Her smile got wider - she was happy that I was happy. As I got ready to exit through the front, she asked if I wanted to read her book. Turns out she was an author too. I sat down and read the book nice and slow, page by page, metaphor by metaphor. It was a delicious story. After I was done, I went home. And do you know what I did there?

I called a hooker, 'cuz I didn't get any from the neighbor! :mad:

I feel like
ruining the orange statue.

Guess what I've been doing? That's right --
hiding the gigantic beaver.

He normally shut his eyes while
beating up the moose.

You can't expect me to believe you were only
digesting the raccoon.

"Enhanced interrogation" is a pretty amusing term. So is saying "warrants further research" for "I don't know". Can we have a general funny euphemism thread?

As the kids say, she was
pushing the technicolor wookie.
Oblivious to the crowd of observers that was forming, the couple resumed
spinning the wee nether pigeon.
Wow these are hilarious!

Cross-examination revealed that he had a great deal of experience releasing the pope's raccoon.

Like most guys his age, he wasn't above
saluting the pink criminal.

You can't expect me to believe you were only
absorbing the gravy.

Don't look at me, I was only adverbly verbing my adjective noun!

Like most guys his age, he wasn't above
shopping for the batmobile.

You give me five hundred dollars and no one has to know you were frosting the wife's trout.

This is not an appropriate place for dipping the midget.

This is not an appropriate place for rubbing the watermelon. (:rolleyes: no comment)

Alone once again, she retired to the bedroom and began
buttering the legendary lemur.

Instead, she spent the night alone,
changing the one-eyed trouser elves.

Unbeknownst to me, they were all
spanking the forbidden chutney.

:lol:

You give me five hundred dollars, I give you the negatives, and no one has to know you were
unlocking the sheriff.

You know what, I don't even want to know.

Alone once again, she retired to the bedroom and began

torching the wee criminal.

=) =D

Idk if this is funny to anybody else but:

She couldn't believe her luck as she discovered him

buttering the lower wave.

Of course, back in my day we called it

spraypainting the donuts.

Oblivious to the crowd of observers that was forming, the couple resumed

fogging up the trouser RV.

Is it just terrible me or is this all sexual references? :lol: :lol:

Edit: Read your avatar salty :lol:

I didn't think any of them were sexual. :lol: