The sounds of the party float around us. Glasses clink together and conversations buzz in the background. I curl up next to him with a blanket draped over us. The chill in the air was our perfect excuse. Our hands explore underneath the covers like teenagers.
I was walking through the jungle with my dik in my hand - goodmommy.cyou Forums
You would think that, after a while, jokes about body fluids and the parts that secrete them would get old. But, somehow, the joy prevails. A lot. Did John Lennon really want us to imagine a world without My Dick? Noisey: Hey, Hand Solo. Hand Solo: I'm afraid we do not have an answer to that.
Please help. First off, this is gross, poorly drawn, and probably one of the strangest and most inappropriate things that someone can present to another person in the workplace after, well, a real life dick. One is: exactly how many times have you discovered hand-drawn dicks on your desk? Another is: have you shared this problem with anybody else you work with you should. Let's start with the image of the dick in question though above because I have a few thoughts about that:.
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