sevillus

I came out to SG to say something juvenile about sex or something. Nothing is really coming to mind, so...Ass. Just ass.

In my sex fantasies there are labia minora, labia majora, and labia godzilla. Those fuckers are huge.

More...naked...more naked girls...more naked snarky girls with hanging lips... more...MORE...more

"Let's have out with the snatch and keep the banter piped down."

That's about the extent of my civilization these days.

It doesn't matter how libido-twisting, fuck-inspiring, gorgeous you are, 40% of the comments you get will be about your ink or your eyes.

And that makes me afraid for this once-great nation of ours.

There's a chance I spend too much time thinking about ass.

Speaking of Jack Bauer (and weren't we?) , as much as I love you suicide gals I don't think I can see myself being tortured for 2 years in a Chinese prison for you.

Sorry. I hope we can still be friendly if we bump into each other at Mom's.

I'd like to think that Jack Bauer was getting regular head from at least one of those chicks. I mean, he saved the world how many times?

Lord forgive me, I have lusted, I say I have *lusted* after the tight bottoms of suicidegirls and yes, hopefuls.

Several hopefuls.

I have prayed on this with my wife, Mildred, and we've decided to move out of Houston and turn off our Internet and spend sometime watching re-runs with the grandkids of that old Joannie and Chachi show.

Lord, forgive me, I have sinned.

The only thing I can think of that would improve suicidegirls is if it offered home delivery of actual tattooed ass. And the ink wouldn't even have to be that great.