She was a nice person by her standard, she forwarded it to me. Unfortunately, I’m also wheelchair bound and had a difficult time flashing him. He also wasn’t expecting a man but you get what you get (when you ask some random person to show you their boobs over the internet), you know.
He should have been on the Okkervil River forum. All those people talk about are boobs.
The mind reels–his proposition does not make any logical sense. “I am disabled and therefore think I can pity my way to some free nudity.” And I’m jumping on the bandwagon about the “peasants” bit too. Nice one, Stormie.
I’ve got a friend with a cool too: Cashew. She’s nuts. *roll on snare*
You’d think, seeing as that his ass is in a chair at all times, a few books would find their way into his hands and he would learn how to spell. That said, he should hire a couple of badass cats to sodomize ol’ Stormy and film it for his cripple assed viewing pleasure.
I knew this kid in middle school, pretty dorky but an overall cool guy. However, in a desperate attempt to look cool in front of the popular guys, he was convinced to ask me if he could touch my breasts because he had cancer. He never had cancer. And he’ll never grope my boobs.
I had a pet bird named Stormy once. His mom got killed and his nest knocked down in a big storm. I was about five and thought the name was brilliant. He died like two days later, because baby birds are shitty at staying alive.
Fortunately, some women utilize mating preferences perfected during Evolution that will weed out weak genetics…Stormie seems to be one of them. Ryan’s mom isn’t. Hopefully, Ryan will not breed and we’ll have one less pathetic male roaming this Earth.