It will be so; you have my complete confidence.

Know this, mon ami: As you go on in life with giving fetish enemas, raping horses, and punching donkeys; you will always remember your first double penetration. It is what sets us apart from the unwashed peasants. After all, we are gentlemen.

In reply to this comment by rottenseed:
I hope age graces me with such divine taste.

In reply to this comment by kronosposeidon:
I read ya buddy, loud and clear. To arouse me these days it needs to be at least a double fist fuck, with felching, and two dicks in the mouth.

In the picture, that is.
In reply to this comment by rottenseed:
You know what I do when I get tired of my fist fucking wallpaper?

I find another fist fucking wallpaper...

In reply to this comment by kronosposeidon:
In case you're tired of your fist fucking wallpaper, here's this.

I hope age graces me with such divine taste.

In reply to this comment by kronosposeidon:
I read ya buddy, loud and clear. To arouse me these days it needs to be at least a double fist fuck, with felching, and two dicks in the mouth.

In the picture, that is.
In reply to this comment by rottenseed:
You know what I do when I get tired of my fist fucking wallpaper?

I find another fist fucking wallpaper...

In reply to this comment by kronosposeidon:
In case you're tired of your fist fucking wallpaper, here's this.

I read ya buddy, loud and clear. To arouse me these days it needs to be at least a double fist fuck, with felching, and two dicks in the mouth.

In the picture, that is.
In reply to this comment by rottenseed:
You know what I do when I get tired of my fist fucking wallpaper?

I find another fist fucking wallpaper...

In reply to this comment by kronosposeidon:
In case you're tired of your fist fucking wallpaper, here's this.

Webster's should make a porn dictionary, so you wouldn't have to risk google giving image results on a search for things like "felch".

*felch

Yeah I think most of us know what the "real felching" is lovey

But google it rather than wiki it and see what happens

That's actually not felching.

Actual felching is really much more gross, if you can believe it. I can't bring myself to write what it actually is. Oh, I just checked. Wiki it yourself.

Your mentally challenged niece is HOT, karaidl! Obviously she doesn't get her looks from anyone close to your end of the gene pool. Does she talk like Garp's dad? Good enough for me. Why don't you introduce us? You can even chaperone us on our first date. Bring a jizz mop. Better bring a raincoat too.

You know, just the other night when I was sodomizing your father with hardened horse feces while your mom was felching my midget slaves we all got to talking about you. Me, your mom, your father/grandfather, the midgets, and the ghost of Sharon Tate (she always shows up uninvited). Anyway, the subject of you came up, because apparently Fate determined that some boners had to die right then and there. So we talked at width about you, because it's just a cruel joke to talk about you and length. The midgets made a motion (they do everything together; just ask your mom) that we finally reveal the sad secret about your birth, and the motion carried:

You have a twin. Judge Wapner decided it would be best to separate you two at the moment of defecation. As the years passed we grew to appreciate his sagacious decision, because had your twin grown up with you he would have become a hopeless fuckwit, the likes of which have not been seen since you last looked in the mirror. He's an internet star now, and thankfully he's much more well adjusted than you could ever hope to be.

Now make yourself useful and man the gloryhole at the truck stop on Jingle Junction. Those dicks aren't going to suck themselves now, are they?