Surprisingly enough, this answers a few questions I have...
Yeah, like why you feel so connected to Nowhereman--you think the exact same way...
I learned it from watching you.
Yeah, but I was just joking around, man...Good Gob!
It's true, that damn karaoke makes my legs shake with horny anticipation...
I wanna lick his bald head a run my hands along his asscrack as he sings I'm All Outta Love by Air Supply
I love when Snarf drinks the Man Chowdah straight from my full-ripe lactating breasts. All the while cupping my oversized melon balls gingerly----ever so g-i-n-g-e-r-l-y.
You stay away from Snarf he's my Pennsylvania penis-sheath! He keeps my cock nice and warm and sometimes he lets me stick my balls in him at the same time. I draw a nipple on his bald head because then it looks like Salma's tit and i can pretend I'm straight.
Snarf is my little Papi, my sexay lolli-pop man. He feeds me 12 pizzas like I'm a Roman emperor eating grapes. Then I eat up Snarfs for desserts--I lick and chew his toes like lolli-pops.....mmmmm, my little Papi lolli-pop man. Then I kill his man-microphone...I rock that shit like Snarf rocks out 3 Doors Down--3 inches down my gullet of gluttony. Snarf gluttony.
