OK. It's 8pm on a long weekend in Hawaii. And instead of going out hooring, I'm fucking off on Wordforge with the History Channel in the background. I just had a glass of whisky and the buzz is kicking in. And while I was mixing it up I realized I was about one more drink from killing the bottle. And there ain't that much rum left either. So. It may be time to...
Any straight man who says he doesn't want to see an underage Honduran girl's chili hole is not a straight man.
I'm used to it. He gets to see my boobs June 25th, but that's all he gets. Same goes for all you guys.
I really don't see what's attractive about that part of the body you keep asking for, you nasty fuck. The first time I took a look at mine, I thought " THIS is what guys go crazy over?" It's the same reaction I had when I first saw a picture of a dick. Not. Impressed. I gotta be weird.
I'm so sad. I try and go start a nice, innocent Drunk Thread and pretty soon Stone Phillips is going to be interviewing a handcuffed Storm on national TV.
There, there, I know. He's a bad scary man. Here, get up on the trampoline where you'll be safe. Phew, it's hot as the dickens in here, I'll go fire up the garden hose....
And because I've had enough to drink (and I'm too lazy to find the right thread) I'll share this here: