Chalk Line

You, down there, sprawled on the floor, probably know that clearly delineated line that separates pain from pleasure, as advertised by that Friday night feeling of Now You Get To Drink, and you know exactly how much you can drink before you get sick. Is it eight shots? Nine? Fourteen? Once I did four shots... Continue Reading →

You enjoy immense posteriors…

And you cannot utter that which is opposite to the truth. If you like July’s contest theme to be butts, vote accordingly: If you vote for something else... I will find you. I WILL FIND YOU.

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