Please notice the red rocket on my super horny dog. I am not even kidding. Anything that comes into contact with me feels the need to groove on contact. I was going to write about puppies, children, Disneyland and Christmas trees, but then I saw the huge boner on my dog and decided to get some sleep. I'll probably resume daily posting--effective immediately.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Please notice the red rocket on my super horny dog. I am not even kidding. Anything that comes into contact with me feels the need to groove on contact. I was going to write about puppies, children, Disneyland and Christmas trees, but then I saw the huge boner on my dog and decided to get some sleep. I'll probably resume daily posting--effective immediately.
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Bull Dog Penis
Good Lord that dog penis is fucking prime. Makes me hungry. Food. Yum. You know, I used to eat at Subway. I used to and would always feel bad when the cheese choice time climbed into my life. I always feel uncomfortable when I have to say "I want the WHITE AMERICAN." Mostly because I instinctively say it in the most slack-jawed yokel type way and flash the giant swastika tattoo I had preserved onto my vagina. But by this point I am being thrown out... I used to eat at Subway, not anymore. Also Sabrina shit on a fence and I can't control that I used to be fat and people know.
dog dicks are gross!
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