Happy Friday and happy New Year, idiots. I haven't messed up writing 2021 even once yet. It might be a sign that I am ready to move on. Bye Felicia! Hmm.... For my 2021 personal goal, I'd like to shed the last of the baby weight. I'm getting closer all the time. No naked (or clothed) skydiving for me. I think I would break my back doing that shit. I hurt just thinking about it. Anyone with resolutions of bucket list items to check off? Happy Friday! I can't wait to clean the carpets this weekend. Oh god. It's official. I'm fully domesticated.
Seeing what the air resistance did to their tits, I’m left wondering what it did to other anatomical parts in that first pic. I feel sort of cheated.
I was thinking the exact same thing. My staples were taken out two days ago, I had my leg xrayed and everything looks like it should. No infections, everything is lined up, now I wait. I did a little more damage than I thought- my leg is one big bruise, I’ve got four separate incisions, and in addition to breaking my fibula and tibia, I cracked the knob at the bottom of my tibia that forms the bump on the inside of your ankle.
I like how you can tell she has implants, since her boobs are not reacting to the wind at all like the other ladies'. Doc: What sort of feel are you interested in? Are you thinking saline or silicone, round or teardrop? Lady: Well, I skydive-- Doc: Say no more!
Okay, now that I’m done laughing my ass off at Rush’s gif, I sort of feel like should apologize for going there. Holy shit I didn’t expect it to be that funny. I explained to my wife why I was in tears laughing. She said the guys’ parts couldn’t have fared any better but I suspect that guy in the middle of that pic was excited.
I didn’t laugh at it, until I read this, because then I was making propeller noises while watching it again.
Rule 34 and all that. I am disappointed there was no good actual penetration shot during the dive itself.
Pretty sure a hooker came to my door last night. Around 8pm there was a knock at the door. We have decorative glass shit in our door so you can't see clearly but you can tell it's a lady. I open the door and: Hooker - Alan? Me- Um, no. She starts walking in my house so I put my hand up and say "Nope" She pauses... Hooker - This isn't Alan's house? Me - No. Hooker - Are you sure? Me- I'm pretty sure I know who lives in my house. In my younger, single days, I may have been Alan for a night. Between this and the doorbell ditch kids I chased into the woods the other night, I may need to get a Ring doorbell or something
whichever one of you fuckers suggested the indoor snowballs, AMAZING call!! I do believe my wife and I enjoy them as much or more than the kiddos. I now have another bag of 25 on the way. Also they're just heavy enough for some serious accuracy. Nothing like beaming your wife in the back of the head with a softball from 40 feet away. Meanwhile she's just glad that my beard is now long enough she can sneak up behind me, grab a fist full of it and yank down.