…p up?

…p up?

Not from that picture. Something about it just makes me want to just…stop. It might be the fact that she’s sporting a pair of octagons under that tank top.

But never one to go off a single image, I’ve consulted the judges (i.e. a Google image search) and after 20 or so minutes, have decided that you guys are correct. If sending her pictures of my junk is wrong, I don’t want to be right.

Not from that picture. Something about it just makes me want to just…stop. It might be the fact that she’s sporting a pair of octagons under that tank top.

But never one to go off a single image, I’ve consulted the judges (i.e. a Google image search) and after 20 or so minutes, have decided that you guys are correct. If sending her pictures of my junk is wrong, I don’t want to be right.

I’m going with Abs. Or aliens.

I’m sure we can find volunteers to find out.

…torboat?

She’s cute, but not that cute and her tits really look terrible.

Well, I am a flesh-and-blood man who wouldn’t pass up a slice of Megan Fox either. I’m just going to mo… you know what? There’s no way to not be horribly gross with the remainder of this analogy, so I’ll just leave it up to your imagination.

If your best shit happens under the covers, I’m never going to pry into your personal life.