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In Which We Go To A Funeral
We had secret agent Fred's funeral on Saturday on the rooftop deck of my building. It was sad. A huge fog bank blew in so it was windy...
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Secret Agent Fred and I have decided to invade New Orleans for Mardi Gras, 2014. I know the last time I went there for Carnival, I swore I ...
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Pictures of naked men have fascinated me for decades. It's not some recent freak that got my blog kicked off of WordPress (not that I...
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If you look below this post, you'll see that the last post I put up here on Blogger is a sniffy little tirade about how I will NEVER d...
Miss?
ReplyDeleteif you must know, i'm speaking about my cock.
ReplyDeleteFortunately, I can't read lips.
Deletegive her something in a dirty glass and set it on fire.
ReplyDeleteI can't top what Kabuki said.
ReplyDeletecan we ever?
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