Trainer Bob, y'all. Look. At. Him.
Hurt me.via
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Me, in a nutsack. I mean shell.
- Michael
- Ohio, United States
- I'm a simple guy. I like y'all, but don't tell me you're a "people person", OK? Also, if you tell me you are "straight-acting", I'll still be polite (Grandma Betsy lives on in me), but we'll be through. I read. I can love you if you don't read much, but if you read really bad shit, then I may not be able to love you. I'm liberal. Way. Who doesn't enjoy a nice trip (or a nice piece of fish)? I've traveled some, and I'll arrange my life so that I always can. Old people, babies (in their case, I think it's because my head/body ratio is similar), and your mother dig me (probably more than you do), and I'm OK with that. Know that if I am into you, I'll be amenable to just about anything. He'll be a lucky man who I aim to please. I'm aiming just thinking about you.
Animike
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Oh we all LOVE triner Bob. The face, the bod, the new age-y encouragment, the drawl, the ink.
Plus, 'bob' is a verb also.
Plus, 'bob' is a verb also.
Indeed. I know if I ever met him, I'd have to focus on not calling him "Knobbin' Bob" like I do in my head.
It's a complex place, the inside of your head. I can relate.
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