"Hey, why don't you come over to my place this weekend for a boobecue? I set up a tit in the back yabbo and thought it would be funbag to grill some stacks, some sweatermeat, whip up some lovemuffins, maybe drink a couple of jugs of wine. Bring your dog over and we can let the puppies out to play. Just do me a favor and don't stare at my wife this time, okay? For some reason, you make her feel uncomfortable when you come over. Oh, and bring some melons, nipplehead!"
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