Boston, MA – I really hope you enjoyed your Easter! People grieve the death/murder of Jesus F. Christ in many different ways. Some people commemorate the death of their savior by eating a pig who’s been slaughtered and maple-cured. For me, I celebrated by spending the day doing some Easter sex, trying out new positions such as “Reverse-Disciple” (the person on top rides you facing the other direction while you both sing Psalms) and the “Dirty Bethlehem” (which is just your basic Titty F, but, you let your Brogurt cool down until it hardens and forms a little city.) We even tried to do “The Shocker”, but I think we were doing it wrong because Mrs. Munson could only get one finger into my dinkhole. It was more like “The Long, Slow Ouchie.”
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"Once you're done finding eggs, pull out my Easter beads"
"Hey, at least your wipers are ready to go, dickhead."
Boston, MA – Go fuck yourself.
"Friday Morning Looks Good!"
Boston, MA – Is it just me, or does it almost feel like God and Mother Nature are double-teaming us with their dicks on this one? You can imagine God stuffing it in our mouths while high-fiving Mother Nature over our backs as she goes to town with a strap-on. “This is what they get for having a mild Winter” lol’d God, while M-Natty kindly spits on her plastic shaft just prior to entry. On one hand, some of the gayers in our audience probably have gumdrops for nipples thinking about that, but not me. I am feeling kind of blah about this whole thing.
Anyway, please take particular note of how Monday shows two raindrops, signifying the heaviest of all rain falls on the one day I’m playing a golf tournament.
Hope you enjoyed your weekend. Just a reminder that there are 13 weeks until Autumn.