My 300lb nephew washes his feet once every 29th of February and loves to cuddle. We can send the animal over if you like.

He divorced the posters mom, so yeah, in this case it makes sense. He’d also come home late and eat all of the posters yogurts. That’s fucked up.

Anything more the an index finger and a thumb is for beginners.

Not only am I aware and I consent to the microscopic bumping and grinding on my facial follicles, I occasionally rub one out just thinking about the gang bang going down between my eye brows.

Yeah but that attitude now makes them seem leas delicious and that’s not fair.

The Adventures of Baron Munchausen and/or Time Bandits.

Oh come on. You know.

Which one?

Articles have stated that soaking does not prevent the spread of sexually transmitted infection and may still result in pregnancy.[3]

…All the risk without the fun… Like sticking an alcohol drenched tampon in your booty hole.

Looks like the artist is actually closer to those three points.

A Cockasaurus in the flesh.

Not suitable for Lemmy?

Oh shit!

She keeps that copy near the toilet so that she has a light read on hand for those post-Taco Bell sweat inducing shits.

Here in Mexico the BYD brand vehicles are everywhere and I’ve been in a few because their favored by a lot of UBER drivers.

I really cannot complain about the quality, smoothness of the ride, even in a pothole ridden city, and the driver loved the mileage (km-age?) per charge and the comfortable interior.

I was surprised af because I was ready to shit all over it when I saw it pull up.

No it’s not!

No it’s not!

No he doesn’t!