Alas, they’re fake … not that there’s anything wrong with that.
Brings a whole new meaning to the term fitty-tuck.
I look at a warning not to watch something as a challenge. If you want something really horrible you should see what i have saved on my computer.
You know, it was kinda like old squares in the battle like you see in the calendar named “The Battle of Waterloo” and the idea was: gay-talking tit comes to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin’ and hollerin’ and screamin’ and sometimes the gay-talking tit go away… but sometimes he wouldn’t go away. Sometimes that gay-talking tit he looks right into ya. Right into your eyes. And, you know, the thing about a gay-talking tit… he’s got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll’s eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn’t seem to be living… until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then… ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin’. The ocean turns red, and despite all the poundin’ and the hollerin’, they all come in and they… rip you to pieces.
That was funny and appropriate–the puke looked like milk.
no Paul but I would love to do some things to that rack
You could have warned us Jon.
Infidel, have you been there before?
Alas, they’re fake … not that there’s anything wrong with that.
Brings a whole new meaning to the term fitty-tuck.
I look at a warning not to watch something as a challenge. If you want something really horrible you should see what i have saved on my computer.
You know, it was kinda like old squares in the battle like you see in the calendar named “The Battle of Waterloo” and the idea was: gay-talking tit comes to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin’ and hollerin’ and screamin’ and sometimes the gay-talking tit go away… but sometimes he wouldn’t go away. Sometimes that gay-talking tit he looks right into ya. Right into your eyes. And, you know, the thing about a gay-talking tit… he’s got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll’s eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn’t seem to be living… until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then… ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin’. The ocean turns red, and despite all the poundin’ and the hollerin’, they all come in and they… rip you to pieces.
That was funny and appropriate–the puke looked like milk.
no Paul but I would love to do some things to that rack