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I am sitting here bored on a conference call that I am not actively engaged in. A read this and left out a verbal snort
This. My goodness.
I am sitting here bored on a conference call that I am not actively engaged in. A read this and left out a verbal snort
Honestly, it wasn't the Dorian Gray portrait he just had sex with I found so disturbing - a haggard-beyond-her-years face belying a decades-old three pack a day Albertson's brand cigarette habit. Nor was it the thought of her saggy paunch that may or may not have been caused by a massive cluster of cysts. Nor was it even the cream pie coach alluded to slurping on after he finished in her. What bothered me the most was the thought of this creature trying to create a tender and romantic moment while coughing up phlegm and reaching for a cigarette, and coach responding with "wait til you see how good I am at mowing your lawn!"
Holy Fuchs, a Skinny sighting. Welcome back.Get well Coot
I gotta admit, there's something grotesquely compelling about the portrait of coach lying next to a bar urchin with a bad dye job from Eustis while she flatters him with compliments on the way he "kisses" between her legs. I'm vacillating back-and-forth between a macabre desire to hear more and an almost overwhelming compulsion to cut my dick off with gardening shears.
Corch admitting to kissing cooters "sometimes during" sex means 1 of 2 things. He's either the most flexible fuchser alive or he's into some kinky shyt. Either way hopefully he keeps the rest of the details a mystery.
I am sitting here bored on a conference call that I am not actively engaged in. A read this and let out a verbal snort
nothing to do with flexibility,............you brought it up.
There is also a 3rd and much more likely scenario. Coach has never been laidCorch admitting to kissing cooters "sometimes during" sex means 1 of 2 things. He's either the most flexible fuchser alive or he's into some kinky shyt. Either way hopefully he keeps the rest of the details a mystery.
I got tickled at this response as well. But who hasn’t heard a fantastic war story and been shocked to the point of taking the gardening shears to the old pee boy (family colloquial term)? I’d hope that if the emotional response supersedes rationale, Pasty would at least save the severed appendage in a Jiff jar full of formaldehyde, for science...or posterity. I heard that the legendary John Holmes had his “Johnson” detached and sold after his demise. Who knows the value it could add to the Pasty estate? I could imagine the reading of the will looking something like the “tallywhacker” scene in the Principal’s office in Porky’s!I gotta admit, there's something grotesquely compelling about the portrait of coach lying next to a bar urchin with a bad dye job from Eustis while she flatters him with compliments on the way he "kisses" between her legs. I'm vacillating back-and-forth between a macabre desire to hear more and an almost overwhelming compulsion to cut my dick off with gardening shears.
God is great and has smiled on the Gators once again!Prayers Answered...Thanks for the update Detroit
I guess...but can we still have the wake?So, I can cancel the Flowers?
In the future, I'm sure Pasty's severed penis will command quite a price on the antiquities market.
Napoleon's penis - Wikipedia
ChickenI’m not clicking that link no way no how.
Alex.