Things that sound dirty, but aren’t
Snowfall Edition After a conversation with my new coworker Jim, I was inspired to rerun an old post on the topic: I got over nine inches last night. Man, that white stuff is covering everything. I can barely see my own car! I love when it lands on my tongue. Go on. Lick that pole. I dare ya. I got so wet playing with it. Don't rub that in your sister's face! Dammit! You got it all over my new pants. It's even soaked through my shoes. This isn't the soft, fluffy kind. It's hard, wet and you can pack…
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