This is the worst threesome in NZ History – they all cry out their own names when they orgasm
This is the worst threesome in NZ History – they all cry out their own names when they orgasm
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Winston. “He rang me at 2 minutes past two. What time did he ring you Seymour?”
The look that three men have when they discover that the only meal that are having is dead rat.
Rimmer’s a stunned mullet. I wonder if Whinney has unblocked him yet? Lolz
3 shady characters: Mr. Dangerous, Mr. Suspicious, Mr. Deceitful.
Up to no good.
It is true – the one with the most skin in the game wins by a head!
The 3 Monkeys
See more evil, Do more evil, Be more evil
Cod, Flounder, and Snapper.
Clod, flounder and slapper. Fixed it for you
Coq au vin, lobster bisque, venison stew…
Bouillabaisse is a classic French dish… It requires many different varieties of fish, and traditionally was made with whatever the fishermen hadn’t sold that morning.
(What will the dish be like when the ingredients were off before they were dragged from the murky depths? There is something very fishy about our election, which was not settled by the next morning and grows exponentially fragrant.)
Winston. “He rang me at 2 minutes past two. What time did he ring you Seymour?”
The look that three men have when they discover that the only meal that are having is dead rat.
Rimmer’s a stunned mullet. I wonder if Whinney has unblocked him yet? Lolz
3 shady characters: Mr. Dangerous, Mr. Suspicious, Mr. Deceitful.
Up to no good.
It is true – the one with the most skin in the game wins by a head!
The 3 Monkeys
See more evil, Do more evil, Be more evil
Cod, Flounder, and Snapper.
Clod, flounder and slapper. Fixed it for you
Coq au vin, lobster bisque, venison stew…
Bouillabaisse is a classic French dish… It requires many different varieties of fish, and traditionally was made with whatever the fishermen hadn’t sold that morning.
(What will the dish be like when the ingredients were off before they were dragged from the murky depths? There is something very fishy about our election, which was not settled by the next morning and grows exponentially fragrant.)
The Three Nasty Narcs.
“When shall we three meet again…?”
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