It happened that weekend in Boston hehe. I let my true colors show through the looms of my fruit. The flowing gold locks. The spandex attire. I gazed in to Barnicle's eyes and then made the move of my life. My hand caressed that slab of meat as if it were cooked up medium rare, just for me.
Unfortunately that moment was spoiled by Aaron, as he gave me the stoneface as if to say "Ballz, how could you betray our secret love in public?"
The breast....errrr....quest continues.
A Barnicle Breast is Always the Best
Tuesday, September 22, 2009Posted by J.D. at 11:37 AM
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I always assumed this was the case
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