Tomorrow, as we watch our little brothers and sisters fall, I declare a day of orgy in the facility!
I know our girls hit 4, maybe 5, at best, so feel free to take up with more than one.
1st. The anal train, where all the guys lined up and centipeded around the lab with the mouths affixed firmly to the front buttbro's chocolate pocket, will be back. Only exception, due to the uncanny desire of every dude in here to smoke a turd oven, we had to break into three heats.
2nd. All the girls line up and we play Guess the STD! Apparently this stalemated last year when, I'll be damned, every girl in here had all of them! How are you so easy you even contract Black Plague?!?! Really. We are hoping with the large amount of uuuuugly chicks in this plant, that at least one is free of a man's touch. A horse or dog would also disqualify, so we'll wait with bated breath (butthole breath, from game 1)
3rd. Finally, we will write sarcastic sorry notes to the south. Then we'll shit on them and let it get good and sticky. And everyone then just please pray that we don't have the two girls and a cup vs tubgirl battle again. A turd covered 567 lb woman leaves a health violation of epic, egregious proportions. Imagine 18 of them.
Good god! You know. Imma be out sick tomorrow. Brian, you handle the party. Michigan can throw down.
Just don't get do do on the Meds.
I know our girls hit 4, maybe 5, at best, so feel free to take up with more than one.
1st. The anal train, where all the guys lined up and centipeded around the lab with the mouths affixed firmly to the front buttbro's chocolate pocket, will be back. Only exception, due to the uncanny desire of every dude in here to smoke a turd oven, we had to break into three heats.
2nd. All the girls line up and we play Guess the STD! Apparently this stalemated last year when, I'll be damned, every girl in here had all of them! How are you so easy you even contract Black Plague?!?! Really. We are hoping with the large amount of uuuuugly chicks in this plant, that at least one is free of a man's touch. A horse or dog would also disqualify, so we'll wait with bated breath (butthole breath, from game 1)
3rd. Finally, we will write sarcastic sorry notes to the south. Then we'll shit on them and let it get good and sticky. And everyone then just please pray that we don't have the two girls and a cup vs tubgirl battle again. A turd covered 567 lb woman leaves a health violation of epic, egregious proportions. Imagine 18 of them.
Good god! You know. Imma be out sick tomorrow. Brian, you handle the party. Michigan can throw down.
Just don't get do do on the Meds.