Knife throwing eh!
I was into something less exotic yesterday: digging up my parsnips. Have to say though, out on a January day in seriously worn jeans, shoving my spade into the compacted earth of winter with all my weight, pressing the handle back through wide open legs to lift the crop; the pleasure of the masculinity of it was enhanced by what I had on around my tackle ... There's some deep psychology there somewhere ...
And, oh, they're between 6 and 8 inches, thick, firm, well ridged ... tasty. And they'll last for ages before going to seed ...
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Waxing poetic about your cock again, are you?