Thursday, June 2, 2011
Where’s Happy Skippy?
I can’t even give Skippy a Waldouche. That dude’s just happy to lie in wait under a sea of boobal shower.
But after the mammtastic pumped up trainwreck of the previous post, we need a little real world Skippy happiness.
Good for you, Skippy.
Now run home so we can watch the mellifluous giggle pillowfight that’s about to break out among the Kappa Kappa Woos. I’ve got ten bucks on Tami.
“I see Paris, I see France…I see vertical grins in your pants…”
Gotta love the brunette, she’s showing Clifford how to wear them shorts
that’s the rare 8-point doe, nice rack, good huntin, son
“I see Paris, I see France…I see booblies jiggle and dance…”
Vance Clampett: Doggy Style OB/GYN.
#2 blondie’s eyes are creeping my out.
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This was the last known photograph of Blake Hambat, head judge of the 2011 female mudhorn competition, before he lost consciousness and went into a methane coma.
Skippy is going to do a happy dance. It may look like this. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9R28b8XXoXs
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And I may see some underage nipplage here. Just sayin. ^I loved the 70’s. Son. I hope that link worked in the states. Son.
Dirk clambered along the floor looking for contacts…primarily his face to their asses.
Here’s audio to accompany this photo…
Those chicks are so young I’d have to fuck them in reverse.
Id have to admit, Id probably have the same facial disposition in that position.
“Wha???!?? These guys don’t have ding-dings!!! Just ugly scars where their pee-pees should be!!! Bwahahahah!!!”
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– epiphany at the Baptist Freshman Student Union.
When the fumes became too strong to overcome, Skippy had a terrible dream. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cshdzAtBW4M
Shortly after the double mastectomy and subsequent chemo treatment, Pat was relegated to the bottom row of the ‘La Leche League Intl.’ group photo.
Syd bravely fought the jealous and hateful urges when the photographer insisted that the lipstick lesbo’s get top billing over the more bullish-looking lesbians on the cover of ‘Rug Munchers 254: Peoria Community College Edition.’
@ Vin Douchal – Blondie #2 Eyes seem to capture the actual moment of penetration, as in she was getting it in the cornhole when the shutter snapped.
I bet Medusa and I can wipe the smug smiles off their faces. Sorry, ladies. You show weakness (or boobs and an utter lack of self-respect), and we pounce.
Some adorable cleavate on the far left and just right of center. Looks a little bit like a pre-Bleeth Sasha Grey.
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Skippy looks like he should be wearing a hockey helmet while riding a short bus to a day camp that has a 2 to 1 kid to counselor ratio. I’m throwing him a pity notta, though I’m throwing it at 85mph at his head.
There appears to be a cat playhouse thing in the back right of the pic. Its to keep Skippy from scratching the furniture.
If Tammi is the one on the left then I got $10 on her also.
Hmmmm!!!!!! Kappa Kappa Woo mellifluous giggle pillow fights.
Elijah Wood sure can pull some young nubile hottness. Little fucker…
Giggle pillow fight? I suggest a roomed lined with plastic sheets, a gallon of baby oil, and and assortment of brightly colored dildos. Now THAT is the makings of a fine pillow fight.
I would like to chase them all around that room with a yogurt gun.
Poor Lil’ Skippy isn’t even going home with a stinky finger (unless, of course, he inserts it “locally”) and this is the highlight of his short, clueless life.
Skippy needs to crawl right back into his peanut butter jar, and the fair threesome need to rub peanut butter all over their boobies to entice him to crawl right back out again.
And attract the neighbrohood squirrels.
I actually envy Skippy. I’m proud of you, Son. You look as happy as DarkSock at the Royal Lippizaner show. Godspeed, Skippy. This is what America’s all about.
Oh look, Corky the retard got loose again, somebody get the taser. That eye popping .gif freaks me out. Another second and those eyeballs are gonna pop right out of their sockets. Other than that the cleavage show isn’t too bad, could show a little more skin and nip though but I’m not complaining.