We should not overlook the obvious, that big dick right in the middle of those animals. Big dick, goat, rooster, rabbit, pigeon, etc, can anybody say shamanistic ritual? There was another big dick guy who was at Bohemian Grove, presumably moral backboning prostate orgasms for the rich and famous, that pastime a reputed favorite pleasure of certain famous moral backboners, and Cubans are often Republican. Of course Democrats can be Skull and Boners, too, and have also been known to go to Bohemian Grove for moral prostrate assymetry.
A guy I went to high school with did not know pnuses can stretch. He wasn't making enough drug money from gay clients at the waterfront, so he thought all he could do to please them was have a sex change operation, lift
weights, and rely on his pretty face. His new niche he foundered with sailors but not so with admirals. I guess it's not too late; he could try pe for moral backboning the admiral's prostate. Neither one is gay; hoe or admirals, as one is looking for drug money while the other just wants something to confess at Skull and Boner reunion rituals at Yale. Both are entirely mercenary about scuba doobie, old blackwater keep a shining light and whitishly at surface for the user not gay, who is just down low at the finger crossroads preying on each other. They just want to get a head. Not gay. Keep a shining white surface, old blackwater, keep a shining just for an individual one owe nine idling one down low like a he-row in foggy hell, or if the ska is read, Don't Ask, Don't Sell. Better to stretch your own butter rack, I say, than to niche your knack just to stretch a clutter of better eaters. Easy for me to say. He might also have a grudge against a masseuse in Chesapeake who appears in an online photo with Rudy Giuliani. She got fat like his mother.
