iamjeff6
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I find this difficult to masturbate to.
Try harder, for additional stimulation look at the picture of her bare ass pissing
I find this difficult to masturbate to.
Wish I could see what that wedding will be like.
Handjee tasted the same as it ever does, to me.
I saw you in line I think for Spaceforce. Wasn't sure it was you at the time. Those variant lines were brutal until 6 or so when ChemTrail was available for an hour and Handjee only had a 5 minute wait
Not Dark Lord day, and not trying to hijack but you asked
A few years ago me and some buddies decided to go to a beer festival, upon getting there we decide to play a game and see who can get the most beers with spending the least amount of tickets. Well one thing led to another and I ended up finding this both with a double IPA. I don't remember what it was but me and the guy pouring it decided to get into a chugging contest. I was chugging full pours before the time he could finish half of a pour. This is where everything started to go down hill and fast.
Next to his booth was the Crisipin Cider booth, after hanging out and talking to the guy for a while he told me if I brought people to his booth he would hook me up and keep giving me free pours. I am the type of guy when drinking like that, that I am friends with everyone. So after walking around the festival and corralling everyone over to his booth I kept getting pour after pour. I cant tell you at this point how many pours I had but I was pretty drunk, and well you know what happens when you decide to eat too many apples...
After downing what seemed like gallons of cider I decided that I was hungry and instead of getting a steak and cheese I waited in the portabella mushroom wrap line. Why? I have no idea.
I then had to pee after drinking so much, I go to wait in the porta potty line and decided to was too long to wait and that I would just go piss in the woods. As soon as I started pissing I felt the urge to fart. This is where I broke the cardinal rule of never trusting a fart. That fart turned into a full blown ****, a **** that I wasn't expecting, a **** that was fueled by lots and lots of hard cider. Here is where I made the executive decision to ditch my underwear and freeball it for the rest of the festival. I start to hike further into the woods to dispose of my ****** underwear, little did I know in my drunken stupor that it was full of thorns. I had to use my arms like machetes to plow my way thru and back out.
After disposing of said underwear I then go and sit on the hill that was close by so I could relax and listen to the band. Here is where everything goes blank. Next thing I know I wake up with an ambulance and a few sheriffs surrounding me. I and wrapped in white hospital blankets, have a blood pressure cuff on me and I am getting washed down by a paramedic. He says to me " you were unresponsive for a while there". Sitting there in these blankets I realize the paramedic is actually whipping **** off my legs after my incident in the woods. My sheriffs ask me if I was there with anyone, so I call my buddies I am with.
At this point the band stops playing and realizes whats going on over on the hill, they announce over the sound system, "looks like someone had too much fun". My friends realize it was me and the sheriffs made a path thru the entire beer festival for them to come and pick me up with the car. They get me loaded up and we make the 45 minute drive back home., where I am in the back seat smelling like **** covered in hospital blankets. The entire time I was in the car all I can remember saying in my best joe dirt voice- I got the poo on me!
Fast forward to me getting home, I proceeded to pass out on the front porch, puke neon green ( I think it was from the green tortilla on my portabella wrap) and blaming my puke on out of the outside cats.
Still to this day there are only a few people that know about this story.
I find this difficult to masturbate to.
I hate to give any credit to Florida, America's Insane Penis, but maybe CCB perfected the release party with Huna Day? Pick your bottles up while sober, stow them as necessary and then go to the party at a 2nd location.
I fully support this idea.Until they do this, take a half dozen of your security personnel and run Bait Tote operation for most of the day.
In fact, I'd pay more for a ticket to fund this specifically.
I would also play the careless owner of the bait tote for a couple variant pours.
ISO: Less Buttal Beezy Var FT: Marshmallow *******One buttal was enough for me, thanks.
She owns her body and can as she pleases with it.
Although, it's worth pointing out the one point i will concede is that outrage of a woman whipping out her junk and pissing in public and/or posting that video seemingly nude (or at least topless) would get far less traction if a guy did it. She owns her body and can as she pleases with it.
I tried to gently point this out on a Facebook group and was quickly mobbed by neckbeards saying. "No no, the exact same treatment would happen to a guy if he did this, her looks and sex had zero to do with this." Had to nope out of there.
I tried to gently point this out on a Facebook group and was quickly mobbed by neckbeards saying. "No no, the exact same treatment would happen to a guy if he did this, her looks and sex had zero to do with this." Had to nope out of there.
Her interactions and responses certainly kept the drama going of course.
Delete The Facebook. Best thing I ever did. Srs.
Your posts and subsequent discussions are certainly a highlight of my Facebook experience.I kinda like it still. I mean i hate it for all the same reasons as everyone else, but i keep my wall completely open and there's lots of discussions that happen on there because of it, from politics to industry, and a very interesting mix of folks that participate. To me, that's worth it.
But yeah, if you're not paying for it you're the product and the data and etc....you're not wrong.
Before I make more dumb financial decisions, did FFF mention from what distillery the Scotch barrels for Turtledogg came from?
I’m so pissed I’m just now reading this.Not Dark Lord day, and not trying to hijack but you asked
A few years ago me and some buddies decided to go to a beer festival, upon getting there we decide to play a game and see who can get the most beers with spending the least amount of tickets. Well one thing led to another and I ended up finding this both with a double IPA. I don't remember what it was but me and the guy pouring it decided to get into a chugging contest. I was chugging full pours before the time he could finish half of a pour. This is where everything started to go down hill and fast.
Next to his booth was the Crisipin Cider booth, after hanging out and talking to the guy for a while he told me if I brought people to his booth he would hook me up and keep giving me free pours. I am the type of guy when drinking like that, that I am friends with everyone. So after walking around the festival and corralling everyone over to his booth I kept getting pour after pour. I cant tell you at this point how many pours I had but I was pretty drunk, and well you know what happens when you decide to eat too many apples...
After downing what seemed like gallons of cider I decided that I was hungry and instead of getting a steak and cheese I waited in the portabella mushroom wrap line. Why? I have no idea.
I then had to pee after drinking so much, I go to wait in the porta potty line and decided to was too long to wait and that I would just go piss in the woods. As soon as I started pissing I felt the urge to fart. This is where I broke the cardinal rule of never trusting a fart. That fart turned into a full blown ****, a **** that I wasn't expecting, a **** that was fueled by lots and lots of hard cider. Here is where I made the executive decision to ditch my underwear and freeball it for the rest of the festival. I start to hike further into the woods to dispose of my ****** underwear, little did I know in my drunken stupor that it was full of thorns. I had to use my arms like machetes to plow my way thru and back out.
After disposing of said underwear I then go and sit on the hill that was close by so I could relax and listen to the band. Here is where everything goes blank. Next thing I know I wake up with an ambulance and a few sheriffs surrounding me. I and wrapped in white hospital blankets, have a blood pressure cuff on me and I am getting washed down by a paramedic. He says to me " you were unresponsive for a while there". Sitting there in these blankets I realize the paramedic is actually whipping **** off my legs after my incident in the woods. My sheriffs ask me if I was there with anyone, so I call my buddies I am with.
At this point the band stops playing and realizes whats going on over on the hill, they announce over the sound system, "looks like someone had too much fun". My friends realize it was me and the sheriffs made a path thru the entire beer festival for them to come and pick me up with the car. They get me loaded up and we make the 45 minute drive back home., where I am in the back seat smelling like **** covered in hospital blankets. The entire time I was in the car all I can remember saying in my best joe dirt voice- I got the poo on me!
Fast forward to me getting home, I proceeded to pass out on the front porch, puke neon green ( I think it was from the green tortilla on my portabella wrap) and blaming my puke on out of the outside cats.
Still to this day there are only a few people that know about this story.