Monday, May 13, 2013
Your Monday Morning Meningitis-in-the-Pool Pic
After last week’s KV-infused threat to get more submissions, the ‘bag hunters and huntresses have responded, and the hamper is full with smelly sweatsock atrociousness commingling with the tastiest of bikni martini hotts.
Like Kelli and Mia here. Two bottles of Vegas party hott water.
And DJ Shortrounduous.
Who just hasn’t done well since the Goonies/Temple-of-Doom money was spent on hookers and blow.
“Hookers and Blow” One of my favorite Minneapolis bands. Check them out if you are up that way.
Meningitis and a renoB, I has.
Tasty Winnie Cooper Hott.
Are you implying that the two hotts are hookers, and this is Shortrounduous last hurrah?
First thought was “Make a Wish Foundation”
I think we need some regular Monday Morning Mons. And by that I mean that there ain’t no better way to get over the Monday morning blahs than to engage in a little self-induced schmeckle action. Self-induced schmeckle action, I says.
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Unless of course there is a new supply of Qualuudes outs there somewheres.
Those arched backs give me a great idea. The tit slings give me basically the same idea. One track mind, I has.
I’d truly like to scoliosous leopard girl with my roto-rot-out phallanx!!
Both Kelli and the DJ are embarrassed by the flirtatious actions of Kelli’s drunken mom. Kelli has just gotten too used to it to care, and the DJ has seen far, far worse. He’s also holding out hope for a threesome in the cabana, followed by a poorly-written letter to Penthouse Forum.
Boobies, small yet perky.
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Boob, small and douchey.
Spending money on Milf’s, their daughter and blow sounds like a great way to go out in style.
Kelli. Mia. And Bilbo ‘Bagg-ins.
When standing upright and a lady’s nipples are at a higher point than your own, it might be time to move on.
“Gina, where’s the tail?”