Eel: Whoops, took a wrong turn at Albuquerque.

35 Years? You’d think she had Dunaway with Broadway for good.

I think there’s a few sites that do it. Should be able to find them all by googling “Dick pic reviews”. Have fun.

That reminds me: I should submit some to that dick pic review site. Should be fun. I got one with a hand towel draped over my junk. My ex-girlfriend went crazy over it and it made me feel so sexy. Are guys allowed to feel sexy? Cause I sure did when she reacted like that.

I like that, I’m gonna write that down...... I’m not joking, I actually did write that down.

Oh yeah, perspective really messes with you. Guys are always looking down at their own junk. I never really go a good idea of my actual size until I started taking pictures of it, especially at different angles.

his part was smaller than he thought it would be.

NayNay.

vibrant chubbies

Idea: We go on a new campaign to allow tits at work.

Idea: Make an offshoot site called Pornblr.

I still find it disrespectful. He pretends like he came up with it on his own. He can at least mention the fact it’s a remake.

Good evening, Lord of Ducks. I am King of Wolves. Your horse-sized brethren keep encroaching on my lands. Tell them they better stop that.

Gotta take a gander at the next famous cock.

Amazing.

They got nothing on daddy parakeet:

I don’t mind writer specific tropes all that much. Like Stephen King. Lots of his stories take place in Maine and often feature an alcoholic or religious nutjob at least as a side character. You can even download and print Stephen King trope bingo cards. I find it more funny than anything.

Amazing. The music industry is crazy about copyrights and ownership. Someone got sued for having exactly one drum hit from a Michael Jackson song. That’s way excessive and they need to get their head out of their ass.

I was actually gonna say “look upon my butt hair and despair” but then I thought, naw, let’s keep it clean today. #cleanboyz

I would love to have a big Japanese style bath. If I ever get lots of money, that’s my guilty pleasure, way too expensive item I’d want. Who wants an expensive car anyway? No, I want a big bath.