Jean and Ruby should grab a tub of ice cream and vagazzle themselves.
Oh wait, Enough said. No, apparently not enough said you sad cunt. What’s wrong, Ruby? He leave you for someone not so fat and insipid? You always got Jean, ready to lend a helping homophobic hand! I mean, what joke isn’t complete without a gay reference? (gayhounds not withstanding cos that was awesome-sauce).
Jean, the rest of us call them “men who don’t like to have sex with losers like you and your fat ice cream smothering-on-the-vag-lick-me-it’s-my-first-time-honest” friend, Ruby (who I prefer to think of as pronounced, Rubby)
I’m glad someone caught on beatus, I’m a fisting machine! And bobger, I hope you’re up to date on your shots…tetunus dick is a bitch, not that I would know. As previously mentioned in one of my recent posts, I’m a pirate, so my cock is made of hickory. The only thing I have to worry about is fucking termites. You have any IDEA how hard it is to piss in the bucket on a ship when you have multiple holes in your shaft? (I’m on the vodka and not correcting my spelling so you can polish my knob if ya don’t like it!)
That’s what yous get for watching pirates of the carribean franky, or believing them silly history books. The idea that *all* pirates drink rum was spread by that goofy fucking captain morgan prick to try and boost sales. I’m somewhat partial to vodka, and after spending as many years in a russian gulag as I being waterboarded with that disgusting spiced slurry and forced to take shots in a poor attempt to get me to reveal the location of my treasure, how can you blame me for not living up to some silly stereotype..
It’s ok, I forgive you, but do you love..love him, cause I don’t know if I’d want to *go* where he’s been, ya know? You’re right though, I do love me a good virgin now and then, but are you sure your’e up for it, I’m not so sure you could handle all the…uhh…splintering…
No no no, you’ve mixed yourself up silly! The foul creatures are turning my well lathed and shapely rod to swiss cheese….but since ya mentioned it, maybe I’ll just tie a summer sausage around my waist and call it a day.