Yeah. Sometimes you have to ignore logic and do what feels right

 

Hustler told me that and convinced me to allow him to violate me. The trouble was that it didn't feel right. Thankfully he has a very small ***** and it was more strange than painful. That was the beginning and end of my short bout of homosexuality. Anyone at the latest dyno day can vouch that my girl is a girl. I might also add that she had the biggest **** there.

 

Ahem...pics to prove it to those of us that did not attend the dyno day!

 

i'll be damned if i EVER let a mother fuc%in bolt beat me. i've been in those situations, and I ALWAYS WIN!

 

Blurry pic of said GF.....Shes on the left. Pic sucks cause I was there to take pics of random cars, not random people, and especially not random guys girls.





Actually, isn't she fiance now? How did that go? (trying not to treadjack..... sorry)

 

She only had the biggest **** because I wasn't there...

 

That's like something I'd do. I used my sawzall to cut off my factory exhaust because the flange was rusted "solid". I also butchered the hell out of the frame rail to make my turboe fit into the car. Those pics are humiliating. must fix that..

 

holy **** that mustang guy is an idiot i think he makes hyper look like the joe perez of ****** cars/radio.

 

Even outside of the car world, if you don't know that water and oil don't mix you should have your head crushed under the massive bulk of my *****.

 

I dont even know what to say about that lol.

 

So you are going to set your ***** on the top of people's heads? That is a bit of an odd fantasy to have. Have you discussed these impulses with anyone? Your family, a counselor, a therapist, or a priest perhaps? On second thought...maybe not a priest...

 

Before they die from the weight of my enormous *****, I like to take a picture of their face with my ***** hanging over their eyes. I have a 1'' binder full of pictures. I guess you could call me a serial tea bagger. I don't really mean to kill them, it's just a result of the tea bagging. It can't be helped... It's hard to discuss with anyone, because they die before they can give me any words that could help me get over my sick impulses. The last thing they see are my *****.

I've been up too long...

 

She is, and was, my fiance. Told my parents that day, which went, um, interestingly. Telling her parents tomorrow morning- Happy Thanksgiving!

 

Good luck dude....I'm gonna be in the same boat soon..

 

Congrats fellas. Prepare yourselves for naggins.