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I seem to be in the Dog House in certain quarters. Or the Munky House. Either way, no indoor plumbing or shower, but I spray myself hourly with Fabreeze, Both my Eunuch Manservant and my Gaggle of Leggy Russian Hookers say I smell like success.


That's not success you smell like, mate.

Every time I see your name, I wanna say MusterLunky. But then I ask... who's Lunky?
 
Has anyone actually succeeded in killing this thread yet?
 
Cows can kill. If they are coming right at you, you have to kill them. :eek:
 
You'd have to ask Kat, but I suspect it requires patience. Like Wait Until The Cows Cum Home patience. Boobies prolly help.
I think if she jiggles her boobies at a tax convention, the convention just ends two days early, with everyone going home feeling satisfied. So there's not much patience involved.
 
You'd have to ask Kat, but I suspect it requires patience. Like Wait Until The Cows Cum Home patience. Boobies prolly help.

I see, I have neither of those. Guess I will have to go somewhere else to have fun.
 
I see, I have neither of those. Guess I will have to go somewhere else to have fun.

Boobies make anything fun!! Cum to think of it... I did make a pirate seasick shimmying for him...

I wouldn't be allowed in a Southern Baptist convention... They would lock the doors and run screaming.
 
Boobies make anything fun!! Cum to think of it... I did make a pirate seasick shimmying for him...

I wouldn't be allowed in a Southern Baptist convention... They would lock the doors and run screaming.

Locking you in with them. They are smart those Baptists. :devil:
 
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