Who's Your *****??

Why wouldn't I know who my ****** is? :dunno: Somebody must have some ***** issues...
 
I know mine and I'm very proud of him now I guess my question is what's with the question I mean :dunno:Who's your *****:1orglaugh
 
My *** worked in news radio for over 30 years and took my ****** and I all over the country. He died 13 years ago of a heart ******. A really good man but he had a very short fuse. I maybe a red-faced Irish fuck but my *** is the ORIGINAL red-faced Irish fuck. :hatsoff::D:thumbsup:
 
Yep, I know & love him. I grew up with him in my life. Now, we don't get along so well though.
 
Does his milkshake bring the boys to the yard?

Yes. Yes it does. My ***** has moobs. Hot, milk-filled moobs.

He just hasn't been the same since the surgery.
 
My *** and I tried to **** each other a couple times and I wanted to bang the **** out of my twin ****** for a while, but at the end of Episode 6, I had figured it all out and come to peace with it
 
My ****** was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My ****** was a 15-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My ****** would womanize, he would *****, he would make outrageous claims, like he invented the question mark. Sometimes, he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
 
C'mon Sky...this is a catch phrase used a lot...I know who my ***** is and I was very proud of him too...unfortunately he was ****** on a Harley at the age of 32 :(

I know mine and I'm very proud of him now I guess my question is what's with the question I mean :dunno:Who's your *****:1orglaugh
 
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