Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Where’s Happy Guy?
Somewhere in this lineup of quality action-packed giggle shake jiggle quake, I’ve carefully hidden a Happy Guy.
He is Happy.
And we are happy for him.
nottadouche, goinpeace and slap Ashley’s butt on the way out. We’ll forgive you.
That nubile bunch makes my cock hurt. And by cock hurt I mean it would if Mrs. Kroeger caught me looking and liking. And by liking I mean I have a pulsating boner and blue balls.
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Gonads
go on with your bad self dude!
happy guy is throttling his fifth appendage behind this brvy of babes
I think I feel the same way as this dude does.
He reminds me of something.
iCarly Gone Wild [the missing tapes]. Nickelodeon sapphic at it’s best…
Ya know, they ought to put something on these computer deals so I can’t look at stuff like this on the interwebs while at work. It makes me take a “bathroom break” too many times a day–IOBs all day long.
what the hell is behind blonde kissy hotts head? …grandma or an extra from a Rob Zombie movie?
If there’s a soundtrack to this picture I think it should be this.
He reminds me of something
ok, it’s a gnarled hand….I thought it was the hooded witch from ‘Sleeping Beauty’
…to early to be this drunk!
I’d like to sniff that sweet, visible puff of flatulence emanating from Kissy Blonde’s lovely rectal dispenser. It would smell like Febreze Fabric Softener and would have the same intoxicating effect of huffing Gold Bond Medicated Powder on a moonlit night on the Colorado River in late spring.
The two middle jean hotties FTB “Baby Guns”
Black tank top tiny titted raven on the right is not joking around. Eyes closed, back arched. Brb.
DarkSock @ 12:39 FTW.
This is the kind of goodness that should be packaged and sold in cereal boxes. That way I could start the day off right. Instead, I only think about moments like these and than go have a pop tart or a soggy bowl of cheerios as make sure all the tissue scraps are off my stomach.
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Jerkoffs.
Right blondie’s kissing style reminds me of a Michael Jackson and Lisa Marie Presley PDA. Awkward and forced.
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PorchBleeths
Crap, I can actually see Waldough, aka happy guy, and I can tell why he’s happy. Please go in peace, away from the giggle gaggle of girgles.
Why are you looking at the camera, son?
I think that look on blondie on the right’s face is surprise, when her tank-topped pal slipped her the tongue in what she THOUGHT was a posed fake sappic moment.
Brb.
that Mary Kate Olson can really pull some lipstick lezbo tush
the blonde has that all too familiar look of intense disinterest most women get, you know, on weeknights, and occasionally weekends, when their with me, and they are thinking about something else, i don’t know, maybe afghanistan or something. but its ok, once you get used to it, its like neither of you even notice.
if i have only 3/4 of my face exposed in a photo i’d be able to get away with a nottadouche too.
Looks like he’s rubbing one out…not that I blame him, mind you.
Guy’s gotta have a posse, preferably of the female variety.
Ashley, Sheri, Carla and the gals liked to hoist their male-head totem a’shoulder when exploring girl-tribe action.