I've seen 12clicks with his shirt off... could be him but the tattoo is new...
dude, mine are way hairier than that
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The details of my life are quite inconsequential.... very well, where do i
begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from
Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen
year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark.Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteena Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is
nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
True... but ya gotta cut me some slack; everyone looks smooth after seeing Bangwang's sweater... Maybe we need an all male wet tshirt contest in Miami? Just thinking of ya in a knoted tshirt, back arched with water cascading... sigh... makes me forget all about livestock out back... yummy!
*what do I win the most disturbing post of the day?*
Hybrid Mode
