I always wonder what the sculptor was thinking when he made the junk.
I mean, that's some nicely detailed high-performance genitalia right there, gnome sane?
So he's in his studio, trying to get it to look like his, er, vision. So he stops, and hollers for his brother. "HEY, Giancarlo, c'mere and lemme look at your weener!". This is not going to go well.
Or he's all hunched over, working on getting those foreskin rumples all just so, when his mom comes in. "Are you still working, hon? I brought you a nice sandwich and some...WHAT the HELL are you doing here!!!???"
Or he suddenly finds himself consumed by inspiration, and loses all track of time. Whereupon his friends all come over with a bucket of suds and some neighborhood babes and they burst in all laughing and rambunctious and shit, and there YOU are all hunched over, working on a metal dick. Ouch. This is going to be merciless....
Dear sir, we are the hardest working band in Upper Aramoho and I warn you about trying to steal our name. We remain your humble servants, The Hunched Metal Dicks
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Part 2 being the matching harness.
Thank you for clarifying. I was thinking of something entirely different.
WV: hormonan
The foreign climes appear to have made you go green, old chap? Or is that part of the present?
BODY MOD!!! BODY MOD!!!
BTW, I'm SHOCKED to learn there is drinking going on, er, around this, um, blog...or bloggy-related activities. Shocked and offended.
What about the 15 year chicken?
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I always wonder what the sculptor was thinking when he made the junk.
I mean, that's some nicely detailed high-performance genitalia right there, gnome sane?
So he's in his studio, trying to get it to look like his, er, vision. So he stops, and hollers for his brother. "HEY, Giancarlo, c'mere and lemme look at your weener!". This is not going to go well.
Or he's all hunched over, working on getting those foreskin rumples all just so, when his mom comes in. "Are you still working, hon? I brought you a nice sandwich and some...WHAT the HELL are you doing here!!!???"
Or he suddenly finds himself consumed by inspiration, and loses all track of time. Whereupon his friends all come over with a bucket of suds and some neighborhood babes and they burst in all laughing and rambunctious and shit, and there YOU are all hunched over, working on a metal dick. Ouch. This is going to be merciless....
YOU are all hunched over, working on a metal dick.
Quit spying on me, pervert.
Dear sir, we are the hardest working band in Upper Aramoho and I warn you about trying to steal our name.
We remain your humble servants,
The Hunched Metal Dicks
What was wrong w/ the old ones?
What about the 15 year chicken?
I am not convinced that taking anniversary-present advice from the Bloggess is a good idea.
I guess it takes brass balls to get nipple rings.
I envy Victor. He can now tell everyone he has a 5 foot cock and he won't be lying.
What was wrong w/ the old ones?
Based on the picture, I'm guessing they were so loose he couldn't fine tune for best reception.
Reception of Radio Latvia is dreadful tonight.
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