Balls and Walnuts
more than you ever wanted to know
Sugar is for wimps
If you’re gonna do the ultimate deed, I say revel in it. None of this sugar or jelly or honey. Who wants a sticky butt? You ought to be more considerate of the rimmee.
Just sayin’.
Hat tip to the only woman who truly understands the depths of my depravity (aside from Karen, naturally).
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Jake’s watching nature programs, Karen’s playing WoW, and I’m blogging. A typical Friday night in the Walnut household.
What are you folks up to?
Going live in 5 . . . 4 . . . 3 . . . 2 . . .
D.
See, I know all you depraved rim jobbers really want is to be understood.
Is this related to your discovery of figging with ginger? I’m still shuddering a little.
BG, some people will never understand. Some folks haven’t even gotten their heads around oral, for heaven’s sake.
Pat, I hadn’t thought of that before. A new flavor sensation!
Whoa.
That’s like the apocryphal tale of the Arid commercial featuring a lady octopus spraying deodorant under her many arms. When the commercail went to Japan, the TV executives had to inform Arid that they really considered those appendages to be legs.
Thinking that maybe we’re losing something in the translation here?
You’ve created a monster, Suisan. Too late to whoa me in now 😉
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