Alcohol, that is. Perverts.
Although I’ve been told penis erectus non compos mentis is translated roughly as “a stiff prick knows no conscience”.
I just never seem to be around when that happens.
Until next time...
Alcohol, that is. Perverts.
Although I’ve been told penis erectus non compos mentis is translated roughly as “a stiff prick knows no conscience”.
I just never seem to be around when that happens.
Until next time...
That knob’s been pulled right off.
I can relate to needing a stiff one AND a drink.
Sadly, no knob ever seems to show up there…
You type “Perverts” like it leaves a bad taste in your mouth.
Anything that would leave a taste in my mouth at this point would be good. 😉
I love how you’ve redecorated the bathrooms at the tattoo shop!
Gawd… I can only imagine how that might increase the traffic in the tattoo shop!
I line from a play I like
“Even you gave up a promising career to marry a man whose brain was the slave to his John Thomas”
Since we only have so much blood to share between both heads, one has to wonder if “slave” is correct, or if “timeshare” would be better?
I have no idea how I got here, but I like it!
I think I took a left, instead of a right at Spo-reflections
Added you to my reader, keep up the randomness, or I’ll be back.
Lola
Thank you for dropping by then! I’ll try to keep up the randomness. 🙂