Friday game 19th June

[Naki Rat]

The whiskey had caused SEVERE anal leakage, and it felt good running down his leg, but alas he couldn't reach the toilet roll. So instead of that, he emptied his gumboot and grabbed the cat who had a sneaky glance at Hitcher's exposed rear end wobbling jauntily down the path which led to a well concealed still. This still had been in his family for generations, originally belonging to his numerically challenged associate Jim.Cox. Jim had lived in Hokonui for a number of years and was well known for the quality his moonshine. People came from all around but had no idea of his secret ingredient or how to count.This posed a particularly challenging conundrum for those who liked moonshine but had problems with nasal hair and stray cats altering it's taste. Jim Beam had searched for hours to find his detachable moustache hair fernangler stirrup which had fallen unnoticed into his wife's underwear which by now had created a rash that Jim recognised as vaguely familiar from his time inside the small box with holes in it. "Don't scratch it Jim!" yelled McCoy as Spock reached for his quantum physics and neo-nazi text books which were trapped beneath his dead gay lover. "I'll check Uranus for Klingons", Spock muttered, enigmatically as he grabbed McCoy's large bore, high powered furry pink sequin encrusted leather chaps that reeked like one of Hitcher's posts on grammar. Then Spocks love child conceived a plan so cunning, that his head exploded.

"Beam me up, Scotty," said Denny Crane as the Borg approached showing spectacularly obvious sexual arousal toward a bewildered penguin. "Run, Happy Feet, run!", the Naki Rat is here to save the prettiest ones for himself.
"Save one for me" panted naphazoline gripping a

[naphazoline]

The whiskey had caused SEVERE anal leakage, and it felt good running down his leg, but alas he couldn't reach the toilet roll. So instead of that, he emptied his gumboot and grabbed the cat who had a sneaky glance at Hitcher's exposed rear end wobbling jauntily down the path which led to a well concealed still. This still had been in his family for generations, originally belonging to his numerically challenged associate Jim.Cox. Jim had lived in Hokonui for a number of years and was well known for the quality his moonshine. People came from all around but had no idea of his secret ingredient or how to count.This posed a particularly challenging conundrum for those who liked moonshine but had problems with nasal hair and stray cats altering it's taste. Jim Beam had searched for hours to find his detachable moustache hair fernangler stirrup which had fallen unnoticed into his wife's underwear which by now had created a rash that Jim recognised as vaguely familiar from his time inside the small box with holes in it. "Don't scratch it Jim!" yelled McCoy as Spock reached for his quantum physics and neo-nazi text books which were trapped beneath his dead gay lover. "I'll check Uranus for Klingons", Spock muttered, enigmatically as he grabbed McCoy's large bore, high powered furry pink sequin encrusted leather chaps that reeked like one of Hitcher's posts on grammar. Then Spocks love child conceived a plan so cunning, that his head exploded.

"Beam me up, Scotty," said Denny Crane as the Borg approached showing spectacularly obvious sexual arousal toward a bewildered penguin. "Run, Happy Feet, run!", the Naki Rat is here to save the prettiest ones for himself.
"Save one for me" panted naphazoline gripping a Klingon by the eyeballs

[R6_kid:Me]

The whiskey had caused SEVERE anal leakage, and it felt good running down his leg, but alas he couldn't reach the toilet roll. So instead of that, he emptied his gumboot and grabbed the cat who had a sneaky glance at Hitcher's exposed rear end wobbling jauntily down the path which led to a well concealed still. This still had been in his family for generations, originally belonging to his numerically challenged associate Jim.Cox. Jim had lived in Hokonui for a number of years and was well known for the quality his moonshine. People came from all around but had no idea of his secret ingredient or how to count.This posed a particularly challenging conundrum for those who liked moonshine but had problems with nasal hair and stray cats altering it's taste. Jim Beam had searched for hours to find his detachable moustache hair fernangler stirrup which had fallen unnoticed into his wife's underwear which by now had created a rash that Jim recognised as vaguely familiar from his time inside the small box with holes in it. "Don't scratch it Jim!" yelled McCoy as Spock reached for his quantum physics and neo-nazi text books which were trapped beneath his dead gay lover. "I'll check Uranus for Klingons", Spock muttered, enigmatically as he grabbed McCoy's large bore, high powered furry pink sequin encrusted leather chaps that reeked like one of Hitcher's posts on grammar. Then Spocks love child conceived a plan so cunning, that his head exploded.

"Beam me up, Scotty," said Denny Crane as the Borg approached showing spectacularly obvious sexual arousal toward a bewildered penguin. "Run, Happy Feet, run!", the Naki Rat is here to save the prettiest ones for himself.
"Save one for me" panted naphazoline gripping a klingon by the eye balls.
Skidmark piped up saying

[Naki Rat]

The whiskey had caused SEVERE anal leakage, and it felt good running down his leg, but alas he couldn't reach the toilet roll. So instead of that, he emptied his gumboot and grabbed the cat who had a sneaky glance at Hitcher's exposed rear end wobbling jauntily down the path which led to a well concealed still. This still had been in his family for generations, originally belonging to his numerically challenged associate Jim.Cox. Jim had lived in Hokonui for a number of years and was well known for the quality his moonshine. People came from all around but had no idea of his secret ingredient or how to count.This posed a particularly challenging conundrum for those who liked moonshine but had problems with nasal hair and stray cats altering it's taste. Jim Beam had searched for hours to find his detachable moustache hair fernangler stirrup which had fallen unnoticed into his wife's underwear which by now had created a rash that Jim recognised as vaguely familiar from his time inside the small box with holes in it. "Don't scratch it Jim!" yelled McCoy as Spock reached for his quantum physics and neo-nazi text books which were trapped beneath his dead gay lover. "I'll check Uranus for Klingons", Spock muttered, enigmatically as he grabbed McCoy's large bore, high powered furry pink sequin encrusted leather chaps that reeked like one of Hitcher's posts on grammar. Then Spocks love child conceived a plan so cunning, that his head exploded.

"Beam me up, Scotty," said Denny Crane as the Borg approached showing spectacularly obvious sexual arousal toward a bewildered penguin. "Run, Happy Feet, run!", the Naki Rat is here to save the prettiest ones for himself.
"Save one for me" panted naphazoline gripping a Klingon by the eyeballs.
Skidmark piped up saying "Are there any spare

[Quasi]

The whiskey had caused SEVERE anal leakage, and it felt good running down his leg, but alas he couldn't reach the toilet roll. So instead of that, he emptied his gumboot and grabbed the cat who had a sneaky glance at Hitcher's exposed rear end wobbling jauntily down the path which led to a well concealed still. This still had been in his family for generations, originally belonging to his numerically challenged associate Jim.Cox. Jim had lived in Hokonui for a number of years and was well known for the quality his moonshine. People came from all around but had no idea of his secret ingredient or how to count.This posed a particularly challenging conundrum for those who liked moonshine but had problems with nasal hair and stray cats altering it's taste. Jim Beam had searched for hours to find his detachable moustache hair fernangler stirrup which had fallen unnoticed into his wife's underwear which by now had created a rash that Jim recognised as vaguely familiar from his time inside the small box with holes in it. "Don't scratch it Jim!" yelled McCoy as Spock reached for his quantum physics and neo-nazi text books which were trapped beneath his dead gay lover. "I'll check Uranus for Klingons", Spock muttered, enigmatically as he grabbed McCoy's large bore, high powered furry pink sequin encrusted leather chaps that reeked like one of Hitcher's posts on grammar. Then Spocks love child conceived a plan so cunning, that his head exploded.

"Beam me up, Scotty," said Denny Crane as the Borg approached showing spectacularly obvious sexual arousal toward a bewildered penguin. "Run, Happy Feet, run!", the Naki Rat is here to save the prettiest ones for himself.
"Save one for me" panted naphazoline gripping a Klingon by the eyeballs.
Skidmark piped up saying "Are there any spare detachable moustache hair fernanglers because

[Naki Rat]

The whiskey had caused SEVERE anal leakage, and it felt good running down his leg, but alas he couldn't reach the toilet roll. So instead of that, he emptied his gumboot and grabbed the cat who had a sneaky glance at Hitcher's exposed rear end wobbling jauntily down the path which led to a well concealed still. This still had been in his family for generations, originally belonging to his numerically challenged associate Jim.Cox. Jim had lived in Hokonui for a number of years and was well known for the quality his moonshine. People came from all around but had no idea of his secret ingredient or how to count.This posed a particularly challenging conundrum for those who liked moonshine but had problems with nasal hair and stray cats altering it's taste. Jim Beam had searched for hours to find his detachable moustache hair fernangler stirrup which had fallen unnoticed into his wife's underwear which by now had created a rash that Jim recognised as vaguely familiar from his time inside the small box with holes in it. "Don't scratch it Jim!" yelled McCoy as Spock reached for his quantum physics and neo-nazi text books which were trapped beneath his dead gay lover. "I'll check Uranus for Klingons", Spock muttered, enigmatically as he grabbed McCoy's large bore, high powered furry pink sequin encrusted leather chaps that reeked like one of Hitcher's posts on grammar. Then Spocks love child conceived a plan so cunning, that his head exploded.

"Beam me up, Scotty," said Denny Crane as the Borg approached showing spectacularly obvious sexual arousal toward a bewildered penguin. "Run, Happy Feet, run!", the Naki Rat is here to save the prettiest ones for himself.
"Save one for me" panted naphazoline gripping a Klingon by the eyeballs.
Skidmark piped up saying "Are there any spare detachable moustache hair fernanglers because mine smells like Jim's?".

[naphazoline]

The whiskey had caused SEVERE anal leakage, and it felt good running down his leg, but alas he couldn't reach the toilet roll. So instead of that, he emptied his gumboot and grabbed the cat who had a sneaky glance at Hitcher's exposed rear end wobbling jauntily down the path which led to a well concealed still. This still had been in his family for generations, originally belonging to his numerically challenged associate Jim.Cox. Jim had lived in Hokonui for a number of years and was well known for the quality his moonshine. People came from all around but had no idea of his secret ingredient or how to count.This posed a particularly challenging conundrum for those who liked moonshine but had problems with nasal hair and stray cats altering it's taste. Jim Beam had searched for hours to find his detachable moustache hair fernangler stirrup which had fallen unnoticed into his wife's underwear which by now had created a rash that Jim recognised as vaguely familiar from his time inside the small box with holes in it. "Don't scratch it Jim!" yelled McCoy as Spock reached for his quantum physics and neo-nazi text books which were trapped beneath his dead gay lover. "I'll check Uranus for Klingons", Spock muttered, enigmatically as he grabbed McCoy's large bore, high powered furry pink sequin encrusted leather chaps that reeked like one of Hitcher's posts on grammar. Then Spocks love child conceived a plan so cunning, that his head exploded.

"Beam me up, Scotty," said Denny Crane as the Borg approached showing spectacularly obvious sexual arousal toward a bewildered penguin. "Run, Happy Feet, run!", the Naki Rat is here to save the prettiest ones for himself.
"Save one for me" panted naphazoline gripping a Klingon by the eyeballs.
Skidmark piped up saying "Are there any spare detachable moustache hair fernanglers because mine smells like Jim's?".
"No!!!",he replied psychotically

[Naki Rat]

The whiskey had caused SEVERE anal leakage, and it felt good running down his leg, but alas he couldn't reach the toilet roll. So instead of that, he emptied his gumboot and grabbed the cat who had a sneaky glance at Hitcher's exposed rear end wobbling jauntily down the path which led to a well concealed still. This still had been in his family for generations, originally belonging to his numerically challenged associate Jim.Cox. Jim had lived in Hokonui for a number of years and was well known for the quality his moonshine. People came from all around but had no idea of his secret ingredient or how to count.This posed a particularly challenging conundrum for those who liked moonshine but had problems with nasal hair and stray cats altering it's taste. Jim Beam had searched for hours to find his detachable moustache hair fernangler stirrup which had fallen unnoticed into his wife's underwear which by now had created a rash that Jim recognised as vaguely familiar from his time inside the small box with holes in it. "Don't scratch it Jim!" yelled McCoy as Spock reached for his quantum physics and neo-nazi text books which were trapped beneath his dead gay lover. "I'll check Uranus for Klingons", Spock muttered, enigmatically as he grabbed McCoy's large bore, high powered furry pink sequin encrusted leather chaps that reeked like one of Hitcher's posts on grammar. Then Spocks love child conceived a plan so cunning, that his head exploded.

"Beam me up, Scotty," said Denny Crane as the Borg approached showing spectacularly obvious sexual arousal toward a bewildered penguin. "Run, Happy Feet, run!", the Naki Rat is here to save the prettiest ones for himself.
"Save one for me" panted naphazoline gripping a Klingon by the eyeballs.
Skidmark piped up saying "Are there any spare detachable moustache hair fernanglers because mine smells like Jim's?".
"No!!!",he replied psychotically, scatching his crotch viciously.

[naphazoline]

The whiskey had caused SEVERE anal leakage, and it felt good running down his leg, but alas he couldn't reach the toilet roll. So instead of that, he emptied his gumboot and grabbed the cat who had a sneaky glance at Hitcher's exposed rear end wobbling jauntily down the path which led to a well concealed still. This still had been in his family for generations, originally belonging to his numerically challenged associate Jim.Cox. Jim had lived in Hokonui for a number of years and was well known for the quality his moonshine. People came from all around but had no idea of his secret ingredient or how to count.This posed a particularly challenging conundrum for those who liked moonshine but had problems with nasal hair and stray cats altering it's taste. Jim Beam had searched for hours to find his detachable moustache hair fernangler stirrup which had fallen unnoticed into his wife's underwear which by now had created a rash that Jim recognised as vaguely familiar from his time inside the small box with holes in it. "Don't scratch it Jim!" yelled McCoy as Spock reached for his quantum physics and neo-nazi text books which were trapped beneath his dead gay lover. "I'll check Uranus for Klingons", Spock muttered, enigmatically as he grabbed McCoy's large bore, high powered furry pink sequin encrusted leather chaps that reeked like one of Hitcher's posts on grammar. Then Spocks love child conceived a plan so cunning, that his head exploded.

"Beam me up, Scotty," said Denny Crane as the Borg approached showing spectacularly obvious sexual arousal toward a bewildered penguin. "Run, Happy Feet, run!", the Naki Rat is here to save the prettiest ones for himself.
"Save one for me" panted naphazoline gripping a Klingon by the eyeballs.
Skidmark piped up saying "Are there any spare detachable moustache hair fernanglers because mine smells like Jim's?".
"No!!!",he replied psychotically, scratching his crotch viciously.Suffering crabs from uranus....

[Naki Rat]

The whiskey had caused SEVERE anal leakage, and it felt good running down his leg, but alas he couldn't reach the toilet roll. So instead of that, he emptied his gumboot and grabbed the cat who had a sneaky glance at Hitcher's exposed rear end wobbling jauntily down the path which led to a well concealed still. This still had been in his family for generations, originally belonging to his numerically challenged associate Jim.Cox. Jim had lived in Hokonui for a number of years and was well known for the quality his moonshine. People came from all around but had no idea of his secret ingredient or how to count.This posed a particularly challenging conundrum for those who liked moonshine but had problems with nasal hair and stray cats altering it's taste. Jim Beam had searched for hours to find his detachable moustache hair fernangler stirrup which had fallen unnoticed into his wife's underwear which by now had created a rash that Jim recognised as vaguely familiar from his time inside the small box with holes in it. "Don't scratch it Jim!" yelled McCoy as Spock reached for his quantum physics and neo-nazi text books which were trapped beneath his dead gay lover. "I'll check Uranus for Klingons", Spock muttered, enigmatically as he grabbed McCoy's large bore, high powered furry pink sequin encrusted leather chaps that reeked like one of Hitcher's posts on grammar. Then Spocks love child conceived a plan so cunning, that his head exploded.

"Beam me up, Scotty," said Denny Crane as the Borg approached showing spectacularly obvious sexual arousal toward a bewildered penguin. "Run, Happy Feet, run!", the Naki Rat is here to save the prettiest ones for himself.
"Save one for me" panted naphazoline gripping a Klingon by the eyeballs.
Skidmark piped up saying "Are there any spare detachable moustache hair fernanglers because mine smells like Jim's?".
"No!!!",he replied psychotically, scratching his crotch viciously.Suffering crabs from uranus was an employment hazard

[naphazoline]

The whiskey had caused SEVERE anal leakage, and it felt good running down his leg, but alas he couldn't reach the toilet roll. So instead of that, he emptied his gumboot and grabbed the cat who had a sneaky glance at Hitcher's exposed rear end wobbling jauntily down the path which led to a well concealed still. This still had been in his family for generations, originally belonging to his numerically challenged associate Jim.Cox. Jim had lived in Hokonui for a number of years and was well known for the quality his moonshine. People came from all around but had no idea of his secret ingredient or how to count.This posed a particularly challenging conundrum for those who liked moonshine but had problems with nasal hair and stray cats altering it's taste. Jim Beam had searched for hours to find his detachable moustache hair fernangler stirrup which had fallen unnoticed into his wife's underwear which by now had created a rash that Jim recognised as vaguely familiar from his time inside the small box with holes in it. "Don't scratch it Jim!" yelled McCoy as Spock reached for his quantum physics and neo-nazi text books which were trapped beneath his dead gay lover. "I'll check Uranus for Klingons", Spock muttered, enigmatically as he grabbed McCoy's large bore, high powered furry pink sequin encrusted leather chaps that reeked like one of Hitcher's posts on grammar. Then Spocks love child conceived a plan so cunning, that his head exploded.

"Beam me up, Scotty," said Denny Crane as the Borg approached showing spectacularly obvious sexual arousal toward a bewildered penguin. "Run, Happy Feet, run!", the Naki Rat is here to save the prettiest ones for himself.
"Save one for me" panted naphazoline gripping a Klingon by the eyeballs.
Skidmark piped up saying "Are there any spare detachable moustache hair fernanglers because mine smells like Jim's?".
"No!!!",he replied psychotically, scratching his crotch viciously.Suffering crabs from uranus was an employment hazard,intergalactic whoring onboard the

[Naki Rat]

The whiskey had caused SEVERE anal leakage, and it felt good running down his leg, but alas he couldn't reach the toilet roll. So instead of that, he emptied his gumboot and grabbed the cat who had a sneaky glance at Hitcher's exposed rear end wobbling jauntily down the path which led to a well concealed still. This still had been in his family for generations, originally belonging to his numerically challenged associate Jim.Cox. Jim had lived in Hokonui for a number of years and was well known for the quality his moonshine. People came from all around but had no idea of his secret ingredient or how to count.This posed a particularly challenging conundrum for those who liked moonshine but had problems with nasal hair and stray cats altering it's taste. Jim Beam had searched for hours to find his detachable moustache hair fernangler stirrup which had fallen unnoticed into his wife's underwear which by now had created a rash that Jim recognised as vaguely familiar from his time inside the small box with holes in it. "Don't scratch it Jim!" yelled McCoy as Spock reached for his quantum physics and neo-nazi text books which were trapped beneath his dead gay lover. "I'll check Uranus for Klingons", Spock muttered, enigmatically as he grabbed McCoy's large bore, high powered furry pink sequin encrusted leather chaps that reeked like one of Hitcher's posts on grammar. Then Spocks love child conceived a plan so cunning, that his head exploded.

"Beam me up, Scotty," said Denny Crane as the Borg approached showing spectacularly obvious sexual arousal toward a bewildered penguin. "Run, Happy Feet, run!", the Naki Rat is here to save the prettiest ones for himself.
"Save one for me" panted naphazoline gripping a Klingon by the eyeballs.
Skidmark piped up saying "Are there any spare detachable moustache hair fernanglers because mine smells like Jim's?".
"No!!!",he replied psychotically, scratching his crotch viciously.Suffering crabs from uranus was an employment hazard as intergalactic whoring onboard the Enterprise was legendary.
Trudes observed

[Oakie]

The whiskey had caused SEVERE anal leakage, and it felt good running down his leg, but alas he couldn't reach the toilet roll. So instead of that, he emptied his gumboot and grabbed the cat who had a sneaky glance at Hitcher's exposed rear end wobbling jauntily down the path which led to a well concealed still. This still had been in his family for generations, originally belonging to his numerically challenged associate Jim.Cox. Jim had lived in Hokonui for a number of years and was well known for the quality his moonshine. People came from all around but had no idea of his secret ingredient or how to count.This posed a particularly challenging conundrum for those who liked moonshine but had problems with nasal hair and stray cats altering it's taste. Jim Beam had searched for hours to find his detachable moustache hair fernangler stirrup which had fallen unnoticed into his wife's underwear which by now had created a rash that Jim recognised as vaguely familiar from his time inside the small box with holes in it. "Don't scratch it Jim!" yelled McCoy as Spock reached for his quantum physics and neo-nazi text books which were trapped beneath his dead gay lover. "I'll check Uranus for Klingons", Spock muttered, enigmatically as he grabbed McCoy's large bore, high powered furry pink sequin encrusted leather chaps that reeked like one of Hitcher's posts on grammar. Then Spocks love child conceived a plan so cunning, that his head exploded.

"Beam me up, Scotty," said Denny Crane as the Borg approached showing spectacularly obvious sexual arousal toward a bewildered penguin. "Run, Happy Feet, run!", the Naki Rat is here to save the prettiest ones for himself.
"Save one for me" panted naphazoline gripping a Klingon by the eyeballs.
Skidmark piped up saying "Are there any spare detachable moustache hair fernanglers because mine smells like Jim's?".
"No!!!",he replied psychotically, scratching his crotch viciously.Suffering crabs from uranus was an employment hazard as intergalactic whoring onboard the Enterprise was legendary.
Trudes observed that wet tee shirts

[Naki Rat]

The whiskey had caused SEVERE anal leakage, and it felt good running down his leg, but alas he couldn't reach the toilet roll. So instead of that, he emptied his gumboot and grabbed the cat who had a sneaky glance at Hitcher's exposed rear end wobbling jauntily down the path which led to a well concealed still. This still had been in his family for generations, originally belonging to his numerically challenged associate Jim.Cox. Jim had lived in Hokonui for a number of years and was well known for the quality his moonshine. People came from all around but had no idea of his secret ingredient or how to count.This posed a particularly challenging conundrum for those who liked moonshine but had problems with nasal hair and stray cats altering it's taste. Jim Beam had searched for hours to find his detachable moustache hair fernangler stirrup which had fallen unnoticed into his wife's underwear which by now had created a rash that Jim recognised as vaguely familiar from his time inside the small box with holes in it. "Don't scratch it Jim!" yelled McCoy as Spock reached for his quantum physics and neo-nazi text books which were trapped beneath his dead gay lover. "I'll check Uranus for Klingons", Spock muttered, enigmatically as he grabbed McCoy's large bore, high powered furry pink sequin encrusted leather chaps that reeked like one of Hitcher's posts on grammar. Then Spocks love child conceived a plan so cunning, that his head exploded.

"Beam me up, Scotty," said Denny Crane as the Borg approached showing spectacularly obvious sexual arousal toward a bewildered penguin. "Run, Happy Feet, run!", the Naki Rat is here to save the prettiest ones for himself.
"Save one for me" panted naphazoline gripping a Klingon by the eyeballs.
Skidmark piped up saying "Are there any spare detachable moustache hair fernanglers because mine smells like Jim's?".
"No!!!",he replied psychotically, scratching his crotch viciously.Suffering crabs from uranus was an employment hazard as intergalactic whoring onboard the Enterprise was legendary.
Trudes observed that wet tee shirts caught the attentions of

[Oakie]

The whiskey had caused SEVERE anal leakage, and it felt good running down his leg, but alas he couldn't reach the toilet roll. So instead of that, he emptied his gumboot and grabbed the cat who had a sneaky glance at Hitcher's exposed rear end wobbling jauntily down the path which led to a well concealed still. This still had been in his family for generations, originally belonging to his numerically challenged associate Jim.Cox. Jim had lived in Hokonui for a number of years and was well known for the quality his moonshine. People came from all around but had no idea of his secret ingredient or how to count.This posed a particularly challenging conundrum for those who liked moonshine but had problems with nasal hair and stray cats altering it's taste. Jim Beam had searched for hours to find his detachable moustache hair fernangler stirrup which had fallen unnoticed into his wife's underwear which by now had created a rash that Jim recognised as vaguely familiar from his time inside the small box with holes in it. "Don't scratch it Jim!" yelled McCoy as Spock reached for his quantum physics and neo-nazi text books which were trapped beneath his dead gay lover. "I'll check Uranus for Klingons", Spock muttered, enigmatically as he grabbed McCoy's large bore, high powered furry pink sequin encrusted leather chaps that reeked like one of Hitcher's posts on grammar. Then Spocks love child conceived a plan so cunning, that his head exploded.

"Beam me up, Scotty," said Denny Crane as the Borg approached showing spectacularly obvious sexual arousal toward a bewildered penguin. "Run, Happy Feet, run!", the Naki Rat is here to save the prettiest ones for himself.
"Save one for me" panted naphazoline gripping a Klingon by the eyeballs.
Skidmark piped up saying "Are there any spare detachable moustache hair fernanglers because mine smells like Jim's?".
"No!!!",he replied psychotically, scratching his crotch viciously.Suffering crabs from uranus was an employment hazard as intergalactic whoring onboard the Enterprise was legendary.
Trudes observed that wet tee shirts caught the attentions of most male Kiwibikers and