I completely own the fact that I'm 12. I've made no secret of that. And the dirty little secret is - most, if not all, males never progress past age 14 when it comes to maturity or humour. Yes, they'll deny it - as will their wives or mothers, but it's the g-d's honest truth.
Take a recent trip to Blood Bath & Beyond.......
In certain ways, you have no one to blame for this other than my pal, Morty.
Eons ago, we were all sitting in the house 710 and I rented right after we moved to Cleveland. Morty and gang were there for a visit. It was a Saturday morning and we were
I'm blanking on how the subject came up, but Morty is going into detail about "tea-bagging". Great detail. Explicit detail, in fact.
That poor electrician left tire marks in the driveway as he fled. I'm pretty sure he never even closed the door. I'm not 100% he finished the job.
Oh, how we chuckled.
Those were simpler times when urban dictionary did not exist and most people did not know the term. I don't think the electrician did.
Now for under five bucks he can get a buddy. And you know with BB&B, there's a 20% coupon - so it's even cheaper to dunk your junk.
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just add a rap beat to "dunk your junk" and you have an instant hit. I am sure that Brit would record it.
That electrician now knows how to give his wife a good nut dunking.
Although visualising me abusing your hassock might ruin it for him.
Trust me - the hassock is still in therapy.
I LOVE these installments! bwhahahahaha!
Who knew I could pay for a buddy? That's probably better than trying to find someone to do it for free...
I like loose leaf tea of the dust-rubbish found in most tea bags. I guess that makes some sort of 'non-A' gay man, in a sense.
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