So I’m watching Night at the Smithsonian with my kids a few nights ago, and I’m so captivated by Amy Adam’s ass that I don’t even follow what’s happening in the movie.
"Can we watch it again?" they want to know.
I think I was the only kid in the neighborhood who didn’t have one of these swing sets in 1975.
If you ladies could see the ease with which I just trussed this chicken I’m about to grill, you’d cream your pants.
I used to have that comforter.
Girl tug. I felt like Jerry Seinfeld confronting Puddy when I saw the ring finger rubbing her asshole: That’s my move!
This is my favorite thing in the whole damn world.
London Andrews. Yellow is my favorite color.
I once hired two plus-sized hookers at the same time. What a fucking sandwich that was.
My girlfriend (now wife) had this bed in high school. Damn, we gave that thing a workout.
I always reblog Candy Loving. My dad had that Playboy 25th Anniversary issue hidden up in his closet, and when I was home alone, I would stare at her for hours…