This description just turned me on.

Is that where we get horny goat weed?

If you can get into a billionaires throat, that’s extra points.

Call 1-877-447-4487

I think he’s grokking.

She had access to creams, ointments and fragrances and good sleep. She also kept ugly ass lady servants to keep the contrast in her favor.

Praise be to Urkle!

The first bottle, IIRC.

69, son. 69.

If you have a problem with neurodivergent ape namers, please understand that you’re wrong wrong wrong.

What do me mean typo? You have a problem with food people? I’ll have you know that they make the world go round.

And even faster if you pour it into a glass like a decent human versus drinking straight from the bottle like my mom would say, “a goddam animal like your father”.

It tastes like the other bottles. They’re identical.

So are we sending him over or what? Gotta take him now before he starts on the ozempic and then all you got is flabby skin and smelly feet.

My 300lb nephew washes his feet once every 29th of February and loves to cuddle. We can send the animal over if you like.

He divorced the posters mom, so yeah, in this case it makes sense. He’d also come home late and eat all of the posters yogurts. That’s fucked up.

Anything more the an index finger and a thumb is for beginners.

To keep their reptilian brains from slipping out their ear holes.

IIRC that all the clothes they had because their regular gear got wet and the dry cycle hadn’t finished by the time they got called to the plane. The news I got also said they were wearing tactical gstring panties.

Not only am I aware and I consent to the microscopic bumping and grinding on my facial follicles, I occasionally rub one out just thinking about the gang bang going down between my eye brows.