Let’s Take the Quote Out of Context

[dad]

Even though my initial impression was negative I kept munching on these strange, spicy, extremely oily long bois.

[Bammer]

I'd love to see Tom Brady in those awesome creams

[E.H. Ruddock]

I'd love to see Tom Brady in those awesome creams

so horny

[epilogue]

Hard. I prefer hard.

[macphisto]

tell me whether or not thot

[tree_]

Can you do me, but hold it... It’d be more impactful.

I can do that

[knee tunes]

do me

[epilogue]

I have new people pretty much every time, its not hard at all.

[Bammer]

just two dudes going at it.

[wease]

just two dudes going at it.

That wasn’t the context you’d intended?

[macphisto]

the most massive meats

[spike]

my wife surprised me an early father's day gift... squirt... pancake batter dispenser.

[B]

My sister does them

[B]

tree is fucking dead.

[tree_]

reported

[knee tunes]

tree is fucking dead.

Balls is for the balls on the low hanging fruit

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Jorge]

I wasn't feeling the butthole stuff!

[tree_]

I get pretty worked up sometimes and can hit that stick pretty hard

[knee tunes]

I wasn't feeling the butthole stuff!

maybe next time stick with just the butthole ?