Today is not only Super Bowl Sunday, it's my birthday...and Chris Rock's as well. I dig Chris Rock. Anyhoo...
Since it is my birthday, I want to have sex. Yeah, I'm up front like that. Alas, my BFF/OSP is ragging. Oh shuddup...She is. Her basement is flooding. Nothing we can do about that, except show her picture again...
Mmmmmmmm. Schmoop. If only you weren't setting forth in motion the things that Eve did. Oy.Anyway..since Schmoop is in "the way", I thought I'd post pictures of some Bagwine readers that I'd like to hose...Keep in mind, because I'm a good egg, I hid their identities...
This ghostly chick makes my skin crawl, and not in a bad way. I dig chicks with glasses.
This woman? Shuddup. What's not to like? I mean other than she has kids.
I dig this woman alot...even if she is retarded...
I like boobs...but it has nothing to do with this photo. I like this woman for her choice in apparel. No, really.
What the hell is this shit, Matt-Man, you ask? I'll tell you what. A fricking nice ass, that's what. Pass me the Creamy Cucumber, I'm tossin' salad.
Lastly, we have this sweet thing. I couldn't hide the identity of this piece of meat. I love him too much to guise my feelings.
I love you Mick...be my Birthday Boy...please?
Have a wunnerful Super Bowl Sunday All...I have to work, but will be off by 7, so I will catch most of the game.
I know...you were concerned about that.
Cheers!!
P.S. Pizza Bill is making a pizza for me for my birthday. As much as I make fun of him, it's all in jest. Bill is a-okay...when he's not stealing from the drawer. Thanks Bill, alot...and I mean that.
