Now, down here where I live, it's not unusual to see somebody riding their lawn mower to the beer store. It doesn't happen a lot, but it's not a shocker when you see it. But...if you had that mofo, you could drive it everywhere! To the Walmart, to church, and to the beer store - at night. It's got a big ol' headlight on that sucker!
Bring Flappo back!
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American by birth. Southern by the grace of God.
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Goddamn, that Dixie Tranny gets me all hot & bothered. Whew.
Why, it's enough to cast doubts on a man's sexuality. I say "a man's", because I'm referring to other men, not myself.
I have absolutely no doubts about my sexuality. It's just like my whisky - STRAIGHT!
Straight into the pants of that Dixie Tranny, if she doesn't watch out... uh, I mean, uh... damn! I gotta figure out a way outta this one. Let's see... when I say "straight into the pants"... I mean that... if she drops her pants... then I'll head straight to them... so I can put them back on her as fast as I can, yeah that's it!
Yup.
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No! You can't have the keys to the wine cellar!Comment
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