I used to do that with loud punk rawk and smoking bowls on my porch, but not the banginging.
I used to do that with loud punk rawk and smoking bowls on my porch, but not the banginging.
Well, I wasn't referring to actual, illegal incest porn. I was most referring to the skeezy fetish stuff that you see listed on "mainstream" porn sites. "MILF Stepmom can't help herself around stepson!" and the like.
Congrats!
*noodle dances to hour-long drums/space from 1990 in celebration*
Hooray for birthday!
I got new glasses! And prescription sunglasses! The first ones I've had since my super cool snap on sunglasses in 7th grade!
Happy Birrrrthday!
It's what I call my boners. Because they are bald and yellow, for some reason. I should probably get to the doctor posthaste.
I sincerely want to go live out in the woods for a while, away from all mass media. Just meditation and writing. Pull a Walden, Thoreau-style.
I think that dude who gets homers around his partner's kid is getting off publicly sharing this sordid tale of "rock hard" dicks, the perfect female specimen and her legs draped over his lap. Just speculation, of course, but that is some incest-porn language.
18/19 is when my then girlfriend and I started exploring it. Finally having your own place is awesome! No more trying to be quiet while you fuck in your childhood bedroom and plenty of time and space to explore.
That's actually kind of interesting. I didn't know he as some prison guard posing as a gangster.
THAT'S what happens on Downton Abbey!?
…and a lot of people, their fans and others, defend them no matter what. Listening to people defend Cosby or Polanski or any number of scumbags makes me lose faith in humanity.
My name is Mike Pence and I'm here to say: I only hang out with Mother every day!
It's not like he fucked a groupie with a mudshark!
This man who named himself after a crack cocaine trafficker seems to have compromised morals!
Writing a book with James Patterson is pretty close to retirement. It's pretty high up on the pyramid of shit that doesn't matter.
The movie was on a lot in my house when I was growing up, so I'm pretty partial to it. It's fucking excellent, of course, but has nostalgia value to me as well.
Fred Ward pretty much is Gus Grissom to me. Whenever I read anything about Gus, or see anything about him in a NASA museum, I picture Fred Ward as his grouchy ass.