Poon Job's Palace

C'mon and raise up. Take your shirt off, twist it 'round yo hend. Spin it like a helicopter.
Now that I got the obligatory gay comment out of the way I can get back into the blogging thing. Lets see if I can remember how to do this.
So anyways, I am in the Tar Heel state for some really lame family get together, which is extra fun as my family really doesn't get along. So I have been relegated to hanging with the kids, which is fun for the most-part but taxing as well.
I got to hang out with Ang last night and was quite impressed with the amount of guys she pointed out that she slept with. She also told me she was hung up on Six from Blossom, which led me to believe that she really the slutty woman I portrayed her as, but rather a gay man who craves the cock as it is her life force.
We discussed many a topic including, DP, ATM, Sphincter/Anus relation, Kandinsky, Hairy Brown Guys, Small Cocks, and the Carolina Hurricanes.


Judging from the faces her fist was much bigger than mine


She puffed that cigarette as if it were a ranch covered carrot