When I was just a young and impressionable peenee, I was presented with a diagram of a Beaver Lodge and I was instantly enchanted. Yeah, I realize now it is dark and wet and muddy and cold and smells like stinky old beavers, but at the time, and even still, it seemed so cozy. And it has secret entrances! What could be more cool?
Since then I have fallen for other animal habitats that give off the same sense of a safe enclosure. Surely I was not the only one to be disappointed to find out turtles don't wander around with an empty house on their back, but rather, a skeleton stuffed full of gooey organs.
Ditto snails.
Top of the charts of course are rabbit warrens. Not just one hidden away snug little room, but an entire complex of them. Nooks and crannies and rooms and hangout spaces. Salons even. All of it full of bunnies. What could be better?
So along has come the wholy misguided fascination with tiny homes. They seem like something that would be right up mrpeenee's fascination with snug animal asylums, but oh nuh uh. I am a tall guy and when I speak about having a roof over my head, I want it to be considerably farther over said head than these little toy houses allow. So you can keep your cramped little shacks. I would rather live with the beavers.
Guys I want to snuggle up with:
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I don't know who that sort of feral looking top guy might be, but that is our old favorite Jay Tee on cocksucking duty.
Speaking of pornstars I can identify, here we have Jaxton Wheeler. Look, I didn't misspell his stupid name, he just showed up with it like that.
And to, all a good night.
But keep an eye out for Krampus.
Dear...have you gotten into the special candy dish again?
ReplyDeleteHeeheehee.
DeleteMr Peenee and beavers?! Well, there's a thing!
ReplyDeleteSx
This is as close as I'm going to get to one.
Delete...I was gonna say, Ms. Scarlet! Sounds like something's kinda fishy around here. *ahem*
DeleteWasn’t it Christmas a couple of weeks ago?
ReplyDeleteCould be. I never know what's going on.
DeleteThis blog specialises in holes! And things filling them. Jx
ReplyDeleteHoles, holes, holes.
DeleteRemember to put out a snack for Santa. One or two go-go boys should do nicely.
ReplyDeleteAnonymous, too
That dirty old goat can get his own bitch boys.
DeleteYou're going to get sooooo much coal in your stocking!
DeleteAnon, too
It makes me want to read Wind in the Willows again. I've always fancied living in Mr Moles house, he had his front door in a tree. Pic 1 is the image of my daddy, it feels wrong and yet arousing tweaking my nipples at him.
ReplyDeletePic 1 is an old favorite here at mrpeenee Inc.
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ReplyDelete(I knew I spelled that wrong)
ReplyDeleteDarling, I hope the largest missile,
forget the toe, finds you this holiday season.
Thank you sweetie. I hope you get a big ol' elf up your chimney.
DeleteMay all your candy canes be pepperminty, may all your holes be snug!
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