Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Harry Beaver
I’m pleased as punch to see Harry Beaver’s found himself a mate. Now all he has to do is carry her back up the Appalachean trail and romance her with fermented berry wines and Clif Bars and she’ll be his forever.
Good on you, Harry Beaver!!
Mmm… firm fleshy buttocks. Yuck… Harry Beaver’s douchey hand on firm fleshy buttocks. Urge to kill rising. Rising. Falling. Rising.
