Nothing ruins a nice evening at home (or in the backyard) with the pussy more than having to wade through excess hair. So, in the interest of appeasing the masses and keeping some similance of order in the world, Blakk Frogg has decided that he will take the initiative and insist that the pussy get shaved — today!
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Many of you thought this post would feature the anatomy of a woman getting trimmed, and for that Blakk Frogg really does NOT apologize. Get your minds out of the gutter! You’re in his parking spot!
– blakk frogg
If you ever get the Sudden Urge to run around naked,
You should sniff some Windex first.
It’ll keep you from streaking.
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We won’t bore you with another review of Market Bacon from our local butcher shop. Instead we’ll get reight down to business and show you what a few pieces from the latest batch looked like after we cooked them.
No matter how many times we see pictures of bacon, we still get that ‘oh how I want to eat you’ feeling in the deepest, most bacon-craving parts of our souls.
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Now we SUPPOSE you think we will show you a giant platter piled high with eggs, bacon, more bacon, some hashbrowns, and another gigantic portion of bacon. Although that DOES sound like an absolutley f’ing wonderful idea, we ran low on funds and could only afford to show you the following ‘Bacon Breakfast of the Working Man’.
While the above breakfast lacks any real character and charm, it does contain a lot of vitamins and nutrients. It also has bacon. ‘Nuff said!
Had Little Billy known that he would one day wind up spinning uncontrollably in a washing machine, he might never have had those evil, dastardly and disgusting thoughts….
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OK, so that last bit did not exactly ring through as truth. Who cares, right? Dirty little bastards go into the machine!
“Not so much detergent this time, Mom,” begged Little Billy. “I farted April Fresh for six days after the last rinse cycle!”
