Maggie’s Motivational Pic Thread v2.0 - - New Rules - See Post #1
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Happy father's day to all you mother fuckin fathers out there!
Mike
Mike
Our two expert cock spotters are checking in again.
When my kids were little they caught every living thing and had to ID it. We had reptile, mammal, bug and bird books. Everything they caught got returned to where they caught it once it was identified. They came home with snapping turtles, box turtles, snakes of all kinds, weird bugs, salamanders, just about anything that walked or crawled. My youngest daughter is fearless around critters. When she was in first grade they started blowing the whistles yelling for the kids to come inside immediately. One of the teachers saw a 3' bull snake on the playground and thought it was a rattle snake. My daughter being who she is had to go see it. She said it was a bull snake not a rattle snake. The teacher told her to stay back because the janitor was coming to kill it and get it off of the playground. My daughter promptly walked over and picked up the snake. She took it to the edge of the playground and tossed it over the fence into the bushes. Yup, we got a call from the principal.
Here is a video of a young girl doing something similar.
Happy Father’s Day boys. Here’s a little something for you meat gazers in the crowd….
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13.9# American Wagyu. Gonna be a GREAT day
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13.9# American Wagyu. Gonna be a GREAT day
My mom was/is an avid reader. When I was about ten I decided I was going to buy her a book for her birthday. So I went into the "adult book store" to buy her a book. The guy just inside the door when I walked in told me I couldn't come in there. I told him I just wanted to buy my mom a book.
Some context. This was in Boulder, CO. It was near the public library and was just a random black building that had a large Adult Bookstore sign on it. There were no other similar stores nearby nor was in a seedy area. In fact, there wasn't really any other retail type stores nearby. It was mostly professional offices.
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HA!!
I came back on my return flight from the gulf war on a 141.
Pilot said we were its last mission.
When asked why, he said it was due to wing root cracks.
The next flight would take it to the Davis Monthan Boneyard.
When I left, it took five different birds to get us home. Two C5s, two 141s and a 130. We IFE’d every landing. Ninety minutes over the Atlantic cabin filled with smoke (C5) and we turned back to Spain. Hours later got on the same 141 that originally got us there.
Landed at Dover and nothing available to Hurlburt Field. Wing CC sent a slick, but we couldn’t get our baggage pallet loaded. I found a truck with the keys in the ignition and borrowed it. When I returned it a TSgt came running out yelling I stole his truck. I threw the keys as far as I could and scrambled my ass onboard the 130. Half way home, an engine failed.
Definitely stabby though. Don’t give her your real name or info.
Ooooohhh. A Southern Black Racer. My nemesis. I keep chasing one out of my garage. It can live wherever it wants to on the exterior of my property... just not inside my garage.
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Well my man....There was only 10 people staying on the island. It's not openly available to the the public unless you're staying on the island. It's not like all the locals are cruzin' over to the island on their pangas and hoping in the pool to get hammered. It's a saltwater pool too. Probably cleaner than any public pool bar.
I guess it's clean if you trust that the other nine people are not pissing in it while drinking.
