A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
The moral of this story is don't go putting your pecker in places it hasn't been invited.
Maybe some more rapists should have their peckers ripped off.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
He had to learn the hard way there are just some places you do not put your happy stick.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I do agree with you, lilyofcourse. There are places a man's "happy stick" (interesting term, by the way, LOL) do not belong. Among them are women's pleasure palaces (when uninvited), the various orifices of Sheep, and apparently the orifices of Pit Bulls as well.
If this were a true report He would obviously not be a gentleman. A gentleman would know where his "happy stick" is welcome.
