New Wife thought that last week’s pic was kinda feeble, so let’s do one a little ummm…Â closer to the bone, so to speak:
Your close-to-the-bone suggestions in Comments…
New Wife thought that last week’s pic was kinda feeble, so let’s do one a little ummm…Â closer to the bone, so to speak:
Your close-to-the-bone suggestions in Comments…
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Nope, ain’t touchin’ that one. I know better.
Chicken.
Let’s fool around on the other side of the bridge, Senator Kennedy. There’s a little more cover over there.
for sale, slightly used. One Porsche Carrera. Never mind the dent in the hood.
You mean “crack” on the hood?
Now that’s a package that UPS could leave on my Porch, anytime!
*what’s that, “Porsche”, you said?*
Speaking of. Why is it when ya dial “911”, the cops don’t show up in a Porsche?
Jim
Sunk New Dawn
Galveston, TX
Sorry I thought you said on the hood, not in the hood
3:35 AM? Ok, let’s give daylight savings time another shot.
Over the long term, maintenance on the Porsche is cheaper.
(Yeah, I guess I’m just a hopeless romantic.)
Porsche’s latest attempt at a hood ornament proved defective in cold weather.
That should be “hood whorenament”. đ
Don’t be judgey… the lass is just tired, probably after prepping for her college exams.
Sometimes after a real long, hard. hot, intense working of the action one has to let barrel air out and cool off.
That fender is so cold I’m stuck to it now? What are you going to do to unstick me?
No entry here, but just to say it reminds me of that old joke about what a Scotsman wears under his kilt. The punchline goes something like this:
Next morning, Jock woke with a hangover and a taste in his mouth like a barleyman’s sweat socks. He found he had a lassie’s blue ribbon tied around his member. And a pretty knot it was, too. And Jock said to himself, “Well, Jock old lad, I don’t know where you’ve been or what you’ve been doing, but it’s pleased I am you took first place doing it.”
M
No entry here, but just to say it reminds me about that old joke about what a Scotsman wears under his kilt. The punchline goes something like this:
Next morning, Jock woke with a hangover and a taste in his mouth like a barleyman’s sweat socks. He found he had a lassie’s blue ribbon tied around his member. And a pretty knot it was, too. And Jock said to himself, “Well, Jock old lad, I don’t know where you’ve been or what you’ve been doing, but it’s pleased I am you took first place doing it.”
M
Passing out is the second most common symptom of being overwhelmed by the sheer fugliness of the 996. The most common reaction is projectile vomiting.
Ernie, or ‘Mistress Ernie’ to his paying customers, enjoys a relaxing frolic during this shoot for his new brochure.
Now, if only the market for long-toed bearded cross-dressing doms was stronger, Ernie could consider going full-time.
But… it’s not.
So… he won’t.
There’s a reason you’re only supposed to do 30mph in the hooker zone.