Well Its Friday again and If your reading this, that means you enjoy reading whatever topic I make up to waste your time with just so I can draw you to my profile and look at pictures of me! Either way, hang on to every word cause I'm going to take you on an umbrella flight like journy like Mary Poppins and her degenerate fuck buddy chimney sweeper.
So I'm sure everyone has heard that Jenna Jameson has died. She truly meant the world to me. She shaped and forever changed the way I pleasured my womans. If she hadnt taken me, then a 12 year old boy, under her wing and showed me the ropes, I would probably still be poking and proding with a telescopic stick from a comfortable and still fully clothed distance.
Jenna's gold medal winning views on sex are obviously awesome and need no explanation, so I'm just going to focus on how unbelievably hot she looked in pictures. And this is after I had been staring at them for about three weeks. In fact, at one point I was focusing so hard I could actually see thru my monitor. I would wave my hand behind it and still see my fingers. And I give full credit for my new super-powers to Jenna and her Fantastically thick body, since I'm ALMOST positive I couldn't do that before.
I had even written her several times, but those smart-asses at the Post Office claim "Holy Crap Shes Hot" is not a proper address. It would have been nice had they mentioned that before I spent 8 dollars on postage. Maybe I didn't have to mail every single picture I drew of me and Jenna flying over a rainbow on a Pegasus, but the discerning eye will notice that in some of the pictures the Pegasus is White, in others Silver. And in one I braided his mane with tassels, and in another we're actually on a Dolphin!
If Jenna would only show up for 10 seconds every now and again (like when I need to "finish" *wink-wink*), she'd be the perfect woman. She's hot and slutty and I'm a big fan of that, but if she ever got me on the phone, I'm almost positive I'd be annoyed & left permanently flacid, I'm not keeping her around to chat-chit!? I didnt find her in some loser dating service looking for "intelligent conversation"! She might as well tell me that the Lab called and I have Rectal Cancer too, cause I couldn't be any less ready for SEX. I can handle the spatulas covered in teeth marks and her staring at her car in the driveway, wondering how to back it up, then eventually putting it in neutral and pushing it, but if she could at least be demure about it, I could use my awesome powers of romance to duct tape her to the sink and bang the breath out of her.
Oh and by-the-by, Jenna Jameson isnt "actually" dead, but after the recent pictures of her in circulation, *She Is Dead To Me!!
How are we on time? Did you find it well spent? Y e a h . . .You found it well spent! xxx
*Until She Puts Back On The Weight She Has Lost. I WANT MY THICK JENNA BACK!!!!!
So I'm sure everyone has heard that Jenna Jameson has died. She truly meant the world to me. She shaped and forever changed the way I pleasured my womans. If she hadnt taken me, then a 12 year old boy, under her wing and showed me the ropes, I would probably still be poking and proding with a telescopic stick from a comfortable and still fully clothed distance.
Jenna's gold medal winning views on sex are obviously awesome and need no explanation, so I'm just going to focus on how unbelievably hot she looked in pictures. And this is after I had been staring at them for about three weeks. In fact, at one point I was focusing so hard I could actually see thru my monitor. I would wave my hand behind it and still see my fingers. And I give full credit for my new super-powers to Jenna and her Fantastically thick body, since I'm ALMOST positive I couldn't do that before.
I had even written her several times, but those smart-asses at the Post Office claim "Holy Crap Shes Hot" is not a proper address. It would have been nice had they mentioned that before I spent 8 dollars on postage. Maybe I didn't have to mail every single picture I drew of me and Jenna flying over a rainbow on a Pegasus, but the discerning eye will notice that in some of the pictures the Pegasus is White, in others Silver. And in one I braided his mane with tassels, and in another we're actually on a Dolphin!
If Jenna would only show up for 10 seconds every now and again (like when I need to "finish" *wink-wink*), she'd be the perfect woman. She's hot and slutty and I'm a big fan of that, but if she ever got me on the phone, I'm almost positive I'd be annoyed & left permanently flacid, I'm not keeping her around to chat-chit!? I didnt find her in some loser dating service looking for "intelligent conversation"! She might as well tell me that the Lab called and I have Rectal Cancer too, cause I couldn't be any less ready for SEX. I can handle the spatulas covered in teeth marks and her staring at her car in the driveway, wondering how to back it up, then eventually putting it in neutral and pushing it, but if she could at least be demure about it, I could use my awesome powers of romance to duct tape her to the sink and bang the breath out of her.
Oh and by-the-by, Jenna Jameson isnt "actually" dead, but after the recent pictures of her in circulation, *She Is Dead To Me!!
How are we on time? Did you find it well spent? Y e a h . . .You found it well spent! xxx
*Until She Puts Back On The Weight She Has Lost. I WANT MY THICK JENNA BACK!!!!!
VIEW 4 of 4 COMMENTS
hbharvey:
you scared me buttface, i thought she was really dead, but then again, i am gullible
dino:
I hope that those pictures you posted on my page are old ones, not ones that show you put waaay too much effort into my blog commets....