Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Scrotal Aura #624
Here’s yet another classic example of “Scrotal Aura.”
A dude who, other than a strange hair-loss pattern and a d-neck t-shirt, really hasn’t committed any cardinal sins of choadwankery.
Yet something about his smug armlock of Susan eminates the taint of a thousand unwashed ballsacks. He is more than the sum of his parts. And by sum, I mean taint. And by parts, I mean balls.
Susan is perky, tiny, firm and delicious. She’s not our classic model type, but there is accountant-in-the-next-cubicle goodness with a dash of wild-side that is all sorts of happy pants screaming “Yayyyy!” on the short bus goodness.
