You might as well stop working out, as seeing the results it’s clear it’s not doing anything for you.
Got any other questions or can you finally move on with your pathetic life and bother someone else?
You might as well stop working out, as seeing the results it’s clear it’s not doing anything for you.
Got any other questions or can you finally move on with your pathetic life and bother someone else?
I’ve had it with fireball and it’s actually pretty fantastic.
Oh a related note, I’ve got a rare night without the kids, a wedding w/ open bar, and a hotel room with the wife so FUCK YA FOR ME. Not sure about pop-tarts, though.
Do you know what this thread really needs?
I think some input from @twojarslave would clear up a lot.
He knows a lot about sleep, fucking, and probably pop tarts too.
Let’s get his take on all this.
Can you really trust a dude from Maine, though…
…yet still reading and commenting
Have you confirmed that you don’t have a workout the next day though? We all may need to weigh in here.
Yeah, hanky panky may be out of the question…
Yeah, hanky panky may be out of the question…
At my age, hanky-panky is the workout.
I think some input from @twojarslave would clear up a lot.
Sorry I can’t give you any input here. I’ve been running on Marlboros and cocaine for the last 18 hours and some strippers are about to eat a stack of poptarts off of my dick. Hope it all work out for you OP!
some strippers are about to eat a stack of poptarts off of my dick
#bravery
Do you balance them on or make a hole in the middle of them?
You gotta let it cool off a bit first (unless burning your dick is your thing) and then you use a cookie cutter to make the hole (unless plowing your dick through pop tarts is your thing).
I’m not sure there’s a wrong way to do this.
American Pie was a great movie.
I have the weirdest boner right now.
Cool thanks, just didn’t want to look stupid when my wife gets home later.
Instead of poptarts and sex it might just be a cup of Horlicks and a wank.
Just make sure the strippers are gone and the cocaine mirror is cleaned up before your wife gets home (unless strippers and coke are her thing).
Wait, people eat pop-tarts warm?
Savages.
Strippers’ preference, not mine.
Strippers’ preference, not mine.
what a gentleman