...and grabbed me by my nuts and squeezed so hard I shit my pants. The snaffle was laughing so uncontrollably (bet y'all didn't know snaffles could laugh) he...
it was obvious that the snaffles wanted my horsecock and cheese. I did manage to grab onto some devil's club and hang suspended in mid-air as the thundering snaffles...
...the immense herd of snarling snafflehounds was deafening. As they drew nearer I scrambled and clawed my way up the talus, in a feeble attempt to get the hell out of the way. I knew this stampede could spell...
I don't know, you seem pretty cocky. I like my women a bit more submissive. I'd probably have to get you very drunk, and possibly duct tape your mouth if you were still yappin'.
What makes you think I don't already feel like a kid. I don't hang out at The Geriatric Center. I'm sure you'd be in for some surprises yourself young lady.
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by Anna: I'll be the second person to warn you about me.I have a special room in my basement for special gurlz like you. Perhaps I could arrange a tour sometime.
[ 09-22-2002, 05:12 PM: Message edited by: trask ]
Anna, I'm afraid I don't meet your requirements. To appreciate Trask, one must be over the "young, dumb, and full-o' cum" phase. I'm like fine Brandy...just getting better with age.
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Originally posted by thelawgoddess:
it was the imagery that was giving me the shakes.
Twistin', shake it shake it shake it shake it baby
Hey we gonna loop de loop
Shake it out baby
Hey we gonna loop de la
Bend over let me see ya shake your tailfeather
Aaah
Happy Birthday Erik -- May your chika screw you senseless for an hour and finish up with some slobber blues on the old meat whistle..
[ 09-21-2002, 08:31 AM: Message edited by: trask ]