Speak for yourself Catturd. I don't want to know about your pecker problems. I very rarely get up at night to pee...usually only after a bender. Now go pester somebody else.
Anna, you slut. You couldn't handle my meat whistle. You'd beg for mercy and never be satisfied with anything less. If you're nice, I might introduce you to Mr. Happy.
The haircut analogy is perfect. Shit grows back fast in this country. It's next to impossible to really kill a plant around here, except in my living room.
Doesn't she have a page at www.southerncharms.com ?? Anna thinks she's a hottie, when in reality she's just another overused, mouthy, girl gone wild. Sorry Anna, but after 25, you ladies are on the downhill slide.
Good idea but the game wardens already have it out for me. Got busted last winter for shooting ducks after dark (cost me $250), and a neighborhood bitch that hates me, busted me for shooting a snow goose off my front deck as it flew by in the fog (they couldn't prove that one). Then last year I was busted for fishing with barbed hooks and no lics. and lost my G Loomis rod and Calcutta real, plus $100 fine). So I have to be careful what I kill now, and I fish in the fog and have a faster boat than the fucking Tool wardens.