Thanks to the miracles of science, I have the sphincter of a 20 year old.  

  Congrats on your first time with the shaft!  

  I'm not compensating for a small penis with a huge SUV watch.  

  I'm so un-hip, it's a wonder my bum doesn't fall off.  

  I'd rather listen to a family of pigs being chucking into the Grand Canyon....  

  I will remember about innerSpaceman's package and sceagles sphincter, by dint of sheer repetition.  

  The constitution specifically allows individual states to determine on their own how to assign electors. If they wanted, they could theoretically give that power solely to the governor. They could engage in a roshambo contest among the major candidates. They could put every candidates picture on a mat and give the electors to the candidate first shat upon by a chicken.  

  I predict sausage in your future  

  The box has been cleaned and is ready for use.  

  Muuuhhhaaauuu.... The secret purpose of EruoDisney is at last reveled. All your culture are belong to US!  

  I swear life is never dull around here  

  [QUOTE=Moonliner]So what you are saying is that girth is an issue in selecting a proper fit?[/QUOTE]

I think it goes without saying that girth should be considered in all issues such as these.  

  [quote=lashbear]Guess what I'm bringing to Yosemite ?????[/quote]


Vegemite?  

  My very first Pork was around 1980 I believe.  

  Yabba Dabba Doo!  

  People often ridicule the pot calling the kettle black ... but it's almost always the pot who knows best about the blackness it sees in kettle.  

  Hugs to the supersize dildo lubed with Not Afraid's snot.  

  If it was about passenger comfort, there would be all sorts of different fares, classes and cabins:

"Won't shut the f*ck up" class.
"Won't turn off cell phone until threatened with arrest" class.
"Insists on looking important by calling someone to say they've landed as soon as the wheels touch the ground" class.
"Last to board with a carryon that requires reshuffling of all overhead bins" class.
"Stows bunched up sweater in overhead bin on crowded flight" class.
"Blares music through headphones that I can hear three rows up" class.
"Falls asleep against window during drink orders" class. (Tap. Tap. "Excuse me, did you . . .?)

And so on. These people should all be charged extra. Or just given a good horsewhipping on the spot. Which I would pay extra to administer.  

  I am keeping my expectations low but it is a woodie after all.  

  So she bought some lube and injected it and thought that would work - and it didn't. Color me shocked.  

  The only privacy setting worth a damn on Facebook is the YAGE.  

  A half dozen lobsters died so that I could eat their hands in a cheesy sauce.  

  I read that as Bacon-aire - like a millionaire but with bacon. Mmmm.  

  Tatas shouldn't have an apostrophe.  

  pfft. worst rapture ever