Still waiting for that PM
Phyuck Yiu, if something's really bothering you, you could've PM'ed me. I even PM'ed you last night to ask what all the commotion was about and you didn't respond. I hope I didn't offend you by asking you to contribute more reviews. I know I gave you numbers and never saw a review for those particular ladies. Your 27 post body of work offers 2 posts that might be considered reviews. And I hope this wasn't about Blake. After all, it was you, not me, who used her real first name in a post. Don't think she'd like that IMO.
And here's another thing: I had drinks with an awesome contributor on this forum last night. Great guy. First DUDE I'd met from this site in my 7 years here.
My point is we are all very much alike. You are probably a great guy too. So PM me maybe?
Nothing like a cun t hair getting stuck in the back of your throat.
[QUOTE=GingerMan;3504972]Don't hate the Bush Bro! Us old timers grew up running through the jungle. God put it there, so it has to be for the good.[/QUOTE]GM,
Nothing like a bush hair getting stuck in the back of your throat.
BS
While music plays in the back ground - -
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tail, a tail of a fateful stroll, looking for lust in all the wrong places, but that's what it took, but that's what it took.
When Rosie and her sisters just won't do, nothing will stop our lust, nothing will stop our lust - - Not the Bullets from the feuding thugs, not the girls with the knives, not Johnny Law, not even STD, nothing will stop the hunt, nothing will stop the hunt.
And If weren't for the bad apples in our monger basket, we'll all go down in history known for our sacrifice, known for our sacrifice. But because of the rotten ones - - we'll now go down in flames, we'll all go down in flames. What a crying shame, what a crying shame.
The music continue to play - -.
With no more posterity to heed, just our insatiable lust to quench, nothing will stop us now, nothing to stop us now - - bullets are flying, STD bobbing their heads and the Johnnies now joining in, too, they're all out to bust our chops, they're out to bust our chops. But we no longer care, with no more posterity to heed, nothing will stop us now, nothing to stop us now.
From Mo, the man to Riz, the boy and everyone that was cool, the save-a-ho's and the rest here on the Balmer thread.
And Dog obviously have too much time of his hand - -.
Aiight, I 'be out.