This one was a real doozy. Hit it, split it, quit it and forgetted it in the summer of '02. My crack goggles assisted heavily (haha get it? heavily? because she's a humongous bitch?) in allowing me to fuck this, plus all she wanted in return was a grand slam breakfast at Denny's and I ended up dine and dashing anyway. She tragically did not make it, she got up, waddled ten feet, tripped, fell and that Denny's is no longer around, it's now a crater in the earth. RIP.
THREE WAY ACTION. I stuffed a fistful of frenchfry in the girl in red dental floss's mouth and proceeded to fuck it. It was very mushy and enjoyable. I busted a nut in her gaping maw and it made mashed potatoes.
Damn. I'm really not proud of that one. Really, really, really not proud. I lost my pinky ring in its ass, went digging around for it and found the keys to a 1976 Pinto and a half eaten order of carne asada fries.
Really, really, really not proud of that one.
GARY FUCKIN BUSEY. Do you know why he really has a steel plate in his head? It's not because of a bike accident. Why would falling off a bike give you a cock-shaped hole in your head?