I was just going to write a nice little spiel about the dire need for deodorant/antiperspirant made for scrotums. Here in Texas, where it is usually hotter than a devil's balls, it is bound to cross ones mind. "Man, my sack needs deodorant. Yep, some D for my balls." However, while doing my presearch (all me) I developed the suspicion that I am not the only one who has thought of this and yearned for it to come to be. I have read several accounts. (or um . . . none) but I have...

In case you are not . . .the quickest. I am black. And as such I like chrome rims on cars. Big, fucking shiny, chrome rims. Patterned rims. Colored rims. Rims that light up. And I do not care what kind of car they're on either. Some people think only nice cars should have nice rims. I say fuck that. I'll accept chrome on any car. New or old. Big or small. With the exception of course being my cars . Huh!? You got it, only a real pipe head would pay over $1000 dollars to lower the pe...

ND: Hey, anyone, have you seen the nozzle for this. Anyone: ( in their smarmiest voice) You like playing with nozzles, do ya? I endure (and inflict) many exchanges such as this everyhour of every day. ND: Do you guys have any duct tape. Anyone: Why? You and your male roommate decide to spice things up? You see we cannot talk about ANYTHING without it suddenly and without warning turning to gay sex. It is simply innevitable that we will end up on the topic of gayity ...

A couple of months after the tequila incident (my girlfriend, Greywar, and I went out to dinner. It was good food and during the meal we had a few beers. Actually, I only had 2 but I am a lightweight so I got a buzz anyway. Its true that I am quit possibly the cheapest date on the planet as I cannot tolerate even a modest amount of alcohol. Greywar on the other hand has a level of tolerance that is as far as I can tell unreachable. He is quite simply invulnerable to the effects of alcohol. So...

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