NOT AFFLIATED WITH THE SAN ONOFRE SURF/SURFING CLUB
Dr.Ralph, shame on you. Please don't show photos of bovine chicks.
I'll take "south of the border for dessert, Alex"
The Doc puts up some pretty titties just begging for "cat" calls, and ball scratching. After 4 days, you have nothing to say. Where are you guys? The guys thar I know and love on this site, don't just sit there with their lips stapled shut. They're bold, strong, rude, crude and socially unexceptable. When pushed hard enough, down right sick and twisted. I miss you all, have you turned gay?Here is an litte something that might help you escape all those female hormones running through you body making you all little girls.It's called:I am so sad, so sad I am.Curse this day of Apr 1st, I fear it is the worst.My men so strong, turned into ferries.Skipping along to pick the berries.They couldn't stop to see the big tits.Fear of their wives throwing big fits.The titties are big an oh so soft.Go ahead guys, climb up to your loft.Be very quiet though and don't make a move.Close your eyes So it can soothe.Your mighty oak makes all your calls.And if you let her.... She'll cut off your balls.Hang tuff Doc, Seems to me you're the last man standing. Keep on posting, save your buddies from the dark side. Bring back my men to their natural habitat.I can only hope it's not to late. :(
Jeezus, will someone please turn the page, this picture's been running nearly a week.
The day after his wife disappeared in a kayaking accident, an Anchorage man answered his door to find two grim-faced Alaska State Troopers. "We're sorry Mr. Wilkens, but we have some information about your wife," said one trooper."Tell me! Did you find her?" Wilkens shouted. The troopers looked at each other. One said, "We have some bad news, some good news, and some really great news. Which do you want to hear first?"Fearing the worst, an ashen Mr. Wilkens said, "Give me the bad newsfirst."The trooper said, "I'm sorry to tell you, sir, but this morning we found your wife's body in Kachemak Bay." "Oh my God!" exclaimed Wilkens. Swallowing hard, he asked, "What's the good news?"The trooper continued, "When we pulled her up, she had 12 twenty-fivepound king crabs and 6 good-size Dungeness crabs clinging to her."Stunned, Mr. Wilkens demanded, "If that's the good news, what's the great news?"The trooper said, "We're going to pull her up again tomorrow!"
That's alittle better, we'll take little steps.Hey Puttzle, good to see you. Had some family stuff to take care of but I'm back. I've missed ya.YNBF.. :)
I find this photo menacing, yet playful because of the way the sublime beauty of the facture visually and conceptually activates the eloquence of these, ah, pieces.
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