If you uh, live in the area and get one of these under your door – pay no attention. It doesn’t concern you. Well, maybe some of you…
What a wonderful Sunday Funday! My sweet daughter spent the entire day with me. We rolled out around noon and headed into town. We worked up a hunger having traveled a quarter of a mile downtown, so we stopped by Star Market to pick up some snacks. But I think those Cheetos were old because they tasted funny and caused me to shit my pants right in front of the Quality Inn. So Tammy, being the most clever dyke daughter ever… she snuck me into their pool area to rinse off. (I’m not sure if she did it to spare me the embarrassment or to spare herself the stink, riding downwind from me. )Then we headed home to catch the last 4 hours of the Cagney and Lacey marathon while devouring Chinese take out. I’m feeling a rumble in my bowels again. Uh oh.
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With my gf having moved out money’s been tight at the homestead. It ain’t cheap owning property in P-Town. Anyways, I picked myself up a 2nd job 3 evenings a week. I’m in a hot hole heaven waxing beavers for a living! The boss warned me to never mix business with pleasure, but goddamn do you know how hard it is not to stick my finger in there?!
What an unexpected surprise! I was presented with an award at work today! Not so much for my job performance, but still – any award is a good award in my book! And if it wasn’t followed up with a pink slip, then even better! Along with the award they gave me a new mouse pad…with boobies on it! Squishy boobies! Finally, people are showing a little appreciation for my craft!
Tip of the day:
Do NOT shit in the pool. It does NOT sink to the bottom where no one will notice… it friggin’ floats up top and follows you around just like a child who finds he has waded too deep and can’t touch bottom and he’s trying to cling to you for safety.
Turd be gone, you are no son of mine!
Check it out. Clive’s cable got turned off for a few days, so he’s staying with me and Mammy for the weekend. Tonight, he partied with some of his old buddies two houses down. They called me to pick him up and this is what I found. Every time I tried to coax him off the couch he swatted at me with a fist full of cock stank. Screw that! I left his drunk ass behind. But I did grab the porn mag. Gotta go. I’m ummm, busy and stuff.
I miss waking up late on Saturday mornings when my kids were young. I’d enjoy a cup of coffee and a few boxes of donuts while Clive, Hal, Chris and Tammy watched Pee Wee’s playhouse. But as soon as Muppet Babies came on, Tammy would lose interest and start beating the shit out of the boys. She always did throw the best hay-makers!
With this year being a big election year as well as the end of civilization as we know it on Dec. 21st – it’s now or never.
FIGHT FOR FREEDOM, FIGHT FOR FUPA!!
The government is already taking away our trans fats and biggie sized beverages!
Do NOT let them take away our right to bear fat aprons and muffin tops! We would not be American without them!
Alright you cocks and twats! Who’s coming to our Tornado Family BBQ today? We’ve got:
B.Y.O.B! Whaddya think I’m made of money?!
Call my voice mail at 978-558-0712
Leave me a message letting me know what you’d like to do to my body, or what you want me to do to yours. I hope it involves food like hot fudge, peanut butter… friggin’ Doritos. All of the above… I don’t even care!
Tell me what you’re having for dinner. Tell me how you got that rug burn on your knees. Tell me your darkest, dirtiest little secrets.
Call me when you’re drunk. Call me when you’re naked. Just call me!
If your message is a good one, I may use it in a future video at:
Follow the above link to be seduced by little ol’ me, Mammy T!!