…til’ Hank gets back.
Photo courtesy of David S Wills.
Found in Huainan, Anhui Province, China.
I think it’s a bit turgid.
Too chicken to try anything bigger?
Mrs Palmer’s daughters don’t seem to mind.
…and then puberty arrived.
Hmmm….a sort of PDE5 agonist, then…?
The onanist’s favourite.
It won’t be long now.
The price is a bit stiff.
Cherries are in season, then.
“I was in the pool!”
Well blow on it a wile.
Order a serving of this at least once every 4 hours.
Then it gruesome more.
It is like the magic lantern.
Give it a good rub, and it will glow.
I wanted shrimp, not shrinkage.
But it’s only a cocktail sausage.
‘Tis not thw size of the cannon that counts, but how many shots it can fire.
I know I’ve mentioned this before. But while we all operate at the same body temperature, when I was a young bloke at the Gold Coast, the Aboriginal girls my age, were much hotter (temp wise) inside, where it counts, than any Aussie or Asian lady I ever knew.
It made me feel like a hot-dog, inside a very well buttered bread roll, being cooked in a toaster.
Maybe this one does contain cream of sum yung gai.