Just another dumb-ass yuppie in search of authenticity
Yeah, I got a question: Whose jugs are they, exactly?
Ah...jugs on drugs. Be still my memories!
Jeddie, must that first shot blaze me in the face every time I click over here to see if there's a new post?
GB: What, you got something against a great pair of mammalian protuberances? Great bags of fun-flesh? Glowing orbs of bouncing beauty? Why do you chafe at a pair of perfectly innocent hooties, which, when released from their bondage, rebound joyfully into the air like a couple of newborn fauns with really nice tits?What are you, a sexist?
I'm just sayin'....they're gonna poke my eye out!I'm worries about my visual health. That's all.
ns...YOY! How did that happen? That was my word verification.See? Those things you've got posted are messin' with everything.
I don't know who's having the more exotic midlife crisis, you or Lance Mannion, but the contest is most absorbing.
Hey man, what kind of drugs are those, I could use some more color in my life! ;-)
Wow, I had no idea my jugs were so nice. I don't think I'll leave the house today. Where's the baby oil?
Man, this blog sure did get slammin' all of a sudden.Motorcycles and tits! And dope!
"But to me, she was always Lady Jugs-A-Plenty."
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