if i had a baboon girdle for every time someone garth brooks'd it, it'd be on.

so i was forking over my pork chops, and caught a ride with tulo

ew, look at her goliath chunks

me and borats loofah down by the schoolyard

Lonnie, my third world bowling oyster.

Couple of gorgeous fucks they were . .

My rabid meat horn from Bopsville, Heptacorchagon.