Gunt, huge cranium and small tits: Closing time.
like musical chairs after the music stops.
A beast like that probably has a very low-mileage vagina, but judging by her shape I’m guessing those are city miles… INNER city miles…
He smells like Natty Ice. She smells like regret.
“Who’s the lucky guy?”
Me in 1987.
That’s somebody’s son.
If that was my son I would buy him a better car.
2am, last call. He’s been eyeing that one all night. Arlo makes his move.
America has a few truly great men willing to sacrifice like this great hero. This Wingman is taking a fucking gruesome hit so some guy like me could get at her attractive friends. Thank you Wingman, may God bless and keep you safe in your heinous journey.
Any port in a storm?
Brave soul to attempt that. By photographic evidence, it could be a tranny….
DNA would be the only definitive evidence.
Hoping for a leftovers edition of Meat on Friday, or an AFTP Retrospective on Carol Brady. Something.
Great ideas Stacks. Also, some light comedy:
Roofies work, see exhibit A your Honor. She spiked his drink and this is what happened
Where is the meat, Black Friday edition?
Chris Farley was a fag?
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