
age: 35 (Apr 24, 1977)
MEMBER SINCE: January 2003
occupation: Dog Slinger
into: chilli, dogs, 14 yr olds, feta sex, vyieort.com, berds,
fantasy: To be able to effectuate with out having to worry.
sign: Taurus
makes me happy: making others smile, the look on the sheep when i am done with it, ceramics.
gets me hot: a nice wool sweater, Domination, control, spiked hair, big boots, and a sheep licking my ass.
crush: The Ewe in the field
makes me sad: Being alone
body mods: no piercings or tattoos
stats: Greek
i lost my virginity: to a smack head who now has two kids
So it's after christmas and I'm surely depressed about having to slaughter Bacca for the holiday dinner. I know I shouldn't become attached to the lush wool and cherishable dingleberries, so please don't state the obvious. I'm sorry. I just didn't protect myself this time. you know when you think you are at the top of your game and then suddenly someone, or something, comes along and catches you by surprise? well, consider my chops medium rare. I can't really talk to my family about it, not noly since they consumed my feta love with the fervor of an irai at burger king, but Greeks just don't like to openly admit to their rampant obsession with herded animals and cliff fucking. I spoke of it once to my mom. She stayed in Greece for 5 months before coming home. Those were the worst days of hot dog slinging for me. Do I move past this ancient inbred obsession or do I buck up in hopes of bettering my culture and aim next for a bearded clam? Any advice would be much appreciated.
I hope someone has a good new years. Mine is going to be spent eating lobster tail. AND NO - NONE OF THAT YOU SICKO!
I hope someone has a good new years. Mine is going to be spent eating lobster tail. AND NO - NONE OF THAT YOU SICKO!




















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