Um, Will You Marry Me?
by davycockett on Jan.21, 2010, under Fuck-toids
You find a woman who has boobs that dang to her knees, you marry her—no questions asked! You grab a cab, make a B-line to City Hall, and get that shit on paper. All your problems, solved; they’ve just been crushed by 80 pounds of titty-fucking mammary splendor!
You got a wife like this, nothing, and I mean nothing is going to get you down. Alien invasion, that’s cool; I can fuck my wife’s cleave while we’re in separate rooms. Famine, no problem, there’s enough–– milk in my wife’s nipples to see me and mine through 3 winters. Nuclear holocaust, been looking forward to it; I’ll be quite content in my under-boob fallout shelter. The sun goes supernova, hey, I’ll die a happy man.
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