It’s my kink though. You haven’t lived until you’ve seen a saw revenge up to 8000 rpm as it heads for your junk.
It’s my kink though. You haven’t lived until you’ve seen a saw revenge up to 8000 rpm as it heads for your junk.
So it’s rubber/silicone only then or is there another metallic option? Asking for me.
My now wife hid them from me for about 3 or 4 months. She’s more flatulent than me. Always to think about how hush hush it has to be before everything comes out. I farted in front of her within days of our first kiss.
To an extent this is my marriage. My wife and I both own our own companies. Mine is much more established and therefore offers me some leeway on my in office time (I’m an accountant). This means I often spend more time taking care of our children. I also cook, make grocery store trips, clean (to an extent), etc. She still helps around the house which isn’t ad much as it used to be. But I see her working her ass off so I don’t complain.
As for protecting me…no. I’m a pretty large dude. 6’3" 250. So unfortunately when things go bump in the night ya boi gets to go investigate.
Girl’s, how long have you been holding that fart?
I went stopped in Boston twice on vacation for a few days each trip. Aside from the white power shit that happens there I really liked it. It was filled with quaint little shops, the people were cool, the views were awesome, I got to huck a box into the Boston harbor. I would 💯 go back. Shit was a vibe.
On the flip side, I went down to Salem to do tours and stuff and I fucking hated it. The only cool spot was a pet supply place where they sold homemade treats and dog food along with toys and stuff. I was high as fuck petting their shop cat for line 20 minutes. Definite 10/10. If you’re nearby get fucking blasted and go pet this lady’s cat. She was super cool about me not wanting to come in and look around. Just wanted to pet the cat.
It was the New England Dog Biscuit Company. This was the cat. Go pet the fucking cat.
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Those are my crocs.