extreme anxiety....TV or Sex......
or a two legged dildo....
member, which has seen better....
It's me, my puppy, and my son who lives in my basement. An understated house in a fairly nice suburban area, with a weed infested lawn and a swimming pool in the back yard. Two car garage.
like that sort of thing....
Every winter it's the same story with you, you lazy fuck. Everyone else shovels their sidewalk so people don't fall on their ass when it turns to ice. But not you, fuckwad. You're the youngest shitheel on the block but shoveling snow is not in your vocabulary. I trained my little furry poop machine to shit in your driveway and in your yard in revenge. I especially liked the day she shit right in front of you and I just stood there and grinned at you wondering if you would say anything. I then walked casually away and you didn't say a word. Eat shit. Asshole.
perhaps flying saucer vixens intervened.....
perhaps the media was wrong.....
Maybe a trip to the mall? Or church? Both get me horny.
for collard greens have consequences.....
usually in the reference section of the public library...nice and quiet there....
some of whom were law-enforcement.....
King Bukowski swiveling his hips.....
and soon Facebooked and Youtubed....
making King-Bukowski much sought after.....
leaving horny cheerleaders so confused.....
southern drawl and drunken crawl....