It's my Birthday tomorrow. Send her to me [pic]
 

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K thnx :pimp


Nothing else required... :upsidedow

Happy Birthday! Who is she?

what amazing boobs! you sure you deserve them for your b-day? :P

Hot girl :thumbsup

Sophie Mudd !

Dirty by name, dirty by nature... :)

what would your wife say about that?

Because I care about your happiness Scott, I will definitely send her to you, AFTER she passes my quality control. Nothing is too good for you.

Damn she is hot.

:1orglaugh :thumbsup :winkwink:

The best I can do is print that picture and mail to you ...

Hell YEAH :thumbsup:thumbsup

Have a good one!

I asked my wife why she never tells me when she has an orgasm.

She says she doesn't like to phone me when i'm at work...

^^:1orglaugh:1orglaugh

Happy b-day and good luck with the hottie! :)

Now that's a goddess. What's her name?

Boobs too big.

The greek ideal appeals to me as well ...

Happy b-day, Scott :drinkup ...

Happy Birthday ya old slag.

:1orglaugh:1orglaugh:1orglaugh

Those natural melons

Well if you really want Sloppy Seconds for your Birthday then OK. :)

Happy Bday!

Whatever...

https://pics.me.me/youre-so-gay-it-c...u-13602262.png

Can she please a cock? Sure, absolutely. To the fucking ends of the earth. And once that's out of the way...

She'll tell you about a new remedy she discovered for her tummy ailments. She's obtained this remedy, she's been taking it, and it seems to be helping.

However, these two sentences will take at least 30 minutes to relay to you. This is due to her going into the most excruciating detail, going off onto dozens of tangents, which in her mind seems related, and with each and every tangent going into more excruciating detail. She'll never quite get to the point.

If you stop focusing on her or try to change the subject, she'll start crying and think there's something terribly wrong with your relationship. You'll silently scream in your mind to please please PLEASE get to the point. You'll want to beat your head against the wall till blood is running down your forehead. But no, you're trapped in this situation now, buddeh...

Happy birthday.

need moar!