Your gray and wrinkly self aint gonna keep me from getting wood. Only 3 things stop my wood: Depression, Drugs, Rank Smelling Cunt.

The problem is, the $300 was just BJ. Below the waist, I would imagine the prices spike. I say we try to work a group rate and then just take turns. I'll respect my elders and not argue who goes first. I just won't kiss her and bring her a cocktail of Listerine and peroxide to gargle with during half time.
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Thinking of cracked-out and/or tweaking whores getting their throats and asses brutalized for the next hit makes me hard. --Rear Admiral