MG Eats an Apple

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And taco seasoning

Oh...there's an effect in the picture? I wasn't looking at that. *removes emoji

I like it. And the effect looks cool too.

I can lend you a hand next time if you want *removes all the emojis
McCormick Taco seasoning. Because the name McCormick means tacos.

I’m assuming if you lend a hand the picture would not be suitable for an MG thread anymore.
 
McCormick Taco seasoning. Because the name McCormick means tacos.

I’m assuming if you lend a hand the picture would not be suitable for an MG thread anymore.
Yes McCormick is gringo for tacos.

Then we would have to start our own picture thread in our DMs 😛
 
Yes McCormick is gringo for tacos.

Then we would have to start our own picture thread in our DMs 😛
Meh, some find it important to post those pictures everywhere.

I’m not ashamed of my penis, but I don’t make it the focus of my pictures. In fact I try to keep it out of them. I think it worked on this last one.
 
Meh, some find it important to post those pictures everywhere.

I’m not ashamed of my penis, but I don’t make it the focus of my pictures. In fact I try to keep it out of them. I think it worked on this last one.
Penis or not I'm sure the ladies here enjoy your pics!
 
Never Forget the Toll

I’ve had my finger on the trigger for over a month
Not that I’m going to off myself
I’m not leaving the dog to fend for himself

Besides
I’d do it like Johnny in that Bad Company song

It’s exhausting
All of it sometimes
And it takes a toll
Mentally, physically

Saturday was a knife full of hope
Smothered across two slices of bread
One was moldy
One was stale

Fucking hope

Today I slid my pants on
Pulled my boots around my feet
Another tank of gas
And another toll

I work my way across a bridge
Bridges of hope
From where I was
To wherever I’m going
But all bridges are toll bridges in life

Always
Remember
Never forget the toll

 
Never Forget the Toll

I’ve had my finger on the trigger for over a month
Not that I’m going to off myself
I’m not leaving the dog to fend for himself

Besides
I’d do it like Johnny in that Bad Company song

It’s exhausting
All of it sometimes
And it takes a toll
Mentally, physically

Saturday was a knife full of hope
Smothered across two slices of bread
One was moldy
One was stale

Fucking hope

Today I slid my pants on
Pulled my boots around my feet
Another tank of gas
And another toll

I work my way across a bridge
Bridges of hope
From where I was
To wherever I’m going
But all bridges are toll bridges in life

Always
Remember
Never forget the toll

I’ll never forget the toll.
 
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