If you wanted to see under the kilt, you only needed to ask…or not even, sometimes.
If you wanted to see under the kilt, you only needed to ask…or not even, sometimes.
If I remember correctly, he didn’t fight the horny mob at all, he offered his daughters to them.
Hang in there. They both lose pretty much any insult value in after one is out of their teens
Best impassive face. Ice cold
Im with you that they’re sad posts for a beastie I never knew. I don’t mind taking a moment “to pour one out for a lost homie that was loved and prolly a great boi” though.
Ah! There vomit on this post already and mom’s spaghetti!
If this stickering is a crime than tie me up ans throw away the key!
Men
Never had to knock on wood but I know “someone” who has, makes me wonder if I could…
I’ve seen how this pooch balls, I wouldn’t fuck with their tax assessment. Fuckin’ D-men
Now are those the remaining shoes of 32 eaten dolls or the menu shot of girl diner with a thirst for fetish?
I searched all my cupboards for Russian chocolate. It is all crumbly and objectively terrible/an acquired taste.