when you say Fondle, do you mean nipple rubbing,,, finger in the cooch, or a tender loving pat on the butt cheeks? Was she moist when you talked to her? Were her nipples perked up?
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when you say Fondle, do you mean nipple rubbing,,, finger in the cooch, or a tender loving pat on the butt cheeks? Was she moist when you talked to her? Were her nipples perked up?
Wodka Vodka, hmm. Is that like a "CANTA" сайга?
when you say Fondle, do you mean nipple rubbing,,, finger in the cooch, or a tender loving pat on the butt cheeks? Was she moist when you talked to her? Were her nipples perked up?
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I have to use both hands. Thankfully, dictation software has come a long way.
I have to use both hands. Thankfully, dictation software has come a long way.
I'm pretty sure that's either a robot, mannequin or those things are still developing...
Pretty soon, we will not be able to tell the difference at all...
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If that's as wide as they designed her mouth to open then I won't be placing my pre-order!
What's worse than real teeth scraping you up - fake ones.
If that's as wide as they designed her mouth to open then I won't be placing my pre-order!
What's worse than real teeth scraping you up - fake ones.
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Devil's threesome though. 3's only fun if you're the 1.
Just when we found a sensitive spot to poke at you gotta help the guy cover it up.You did the right thing as a friend would do 308. Your job is done. She will reap the benefits of her actions sooner or later. Unfortunate for the kids!
I have females as “friends”, but the real motive of their company is to get them to fuck.
I read the op and here is what I saw in my mind:
A lumbersexual with a full beard, man bun, and flannel sitting at a bar to eat his chili (extra hot). He wants to hook up with the bartender, but is playing the slow game.
A different man, who (unknowingly to the lumbersexual) has already probably been in those drawers, makes an obvious play.
The lumbersexual tenses, ready to assert himself as captain save-a-ho, and give the unknown man a piece of his mind!! “I’ll save her!!” He screams in his mind.
However, as the lumbersexual gets ready to save the day, he realizes that he may catch a beatin’ and instead add’s another spoonful of sour cream to his chili. He stoically fumes in silence at this horrible assault that occurred in front of him.
Once he see’s the #metoo perpetrator distracted by opening a Coors Banquet, he slyly ( all the time hoping the other dude doesn’t see him) asks the poor victim if she is ok.
She responds in early 21st century Ho “ he’s cool” which translates to “we’ve already fucked, but you and me never will.”
Dumbfounded and disillusioned, the lumbersexual finishes his chili and Shirley Temple and dashes home to get onto his favorite forum and describe the dastardly details.
Well, there’s a special cream you can rub on your ass if needed??Just when we found a sensitive spot to poke at you gotta help the guy cover it up.
Lol not quite, but that was pretty funny. He was standing 6ft away when i asked her what was up with him. I can hold my own. I boxed golden gloves for 8 years. Id crack his drunk face without much fuss and stuff that bottle down his throat.
Someone asked if shes thick or thin. Shes 5'6 about 130ish. Blonde, fake boobs. She has the mining equipment. And no I dont have other motives. We've been friends since high school. Ill probably just avoid going there. And no, he wasnt a big tipper. I heard him say hes been laid off from the pipeline for months. Pretty sure he had a $5 bill laying on the bar when I left at closing time.
Wont go out of my way to talk to her anymore. And we've literally talked every day or every other day for years. If she can turn her back on her husband "for tips" or worse, cheat on him, she can def turn her back on a friend. Just left a really bad impression in my mind that wont be going away anytime soon.
As Creek said, real friends tell you when youre really fucking things up. As most will stand there and let you make a fool of yourself and let you potentially ruin your life.
It depends... It can be quite good if you are one of the 2 "support" ends of the spit roast & you get to pick which side you want to be on.
This is starting to read like a decades long friend zone tantrum.
Oooorrr, or, just maybe, a friend trying to look out for another friend? Some of you jump to conclusions so fucking fast you should probably join the democratic party and make a twitter handle.
The saga continues:
After posting the dastardly details of the horrific #metoo incident he witnessed, the lumbersexual sits back to await the praise he expects from internet strangers.
The seconds tick by as he enjoys a vape of his special bubblegum sprinkle flavored e-liquid.
“What’s this? A reply!!! Now i’ll receive the vindication I so desperately seek!!” He exclaims up the basement stairs to his mother.
“Go buy a hooker, and quit using my hand cream!!” His mother screams back down. His father can be heard sighing with disappointment in the background.
He scrolls down to revel in all the attaboys he should be receiving. Instead, as he begins to read, his stomach drops. “What’s this?!” He exclaims. Where he expected back patting, he is only met with ridicule and scorn.
His mind reeling from disappointment, he is shocked. This isn’t how the facefail system works. Everybody usually gives me likes when I post pictures of my cats!!
Not sure what to do, he runs upstairs to his mother. His tearful eyes pleading for acknowledgement and a compliment. He gets neither...
In a fury, he ties up his man bun, grabs his vaporizer, and runs back upstairs to ask his parents if he can use their car.
He was last seen headed to a starbucks to get a venti iced mocha frappe with extra whipped cream.