Pancakes or Waffles Part 9
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh shit it is on.
The contender, going up against the great masturbating ape. The little guy. Baby bittle wittle bottle fossa! Bring it bitch! You trying to get at me? Huh? I will break you. You want puppy dog eyes? I tear that shit out and eat it whole.
Fuck a dog, kill a dog, shot gats at all dem other blogs. Bluck bluckbluck.
Anybody other than me seeing the slight downward tilt on the outside of his eyes. Desperation is how i read that, sweet lovable desperation.
And the crown-holding, cock-scolding, ass-reaming, brooklyn-steaming ape of rape. The clean sanchez. Raise the roof and praise the poof for the one the only bonobo.
He took took out the BIAT and I personally am P.O. Ticked, peaved miffed and downright angry. I could just......I could just .......hrumph.
Here's the little guy now. I wonder where his other hand is. Huh? Is his mom coaching him through a wank? I bet. He's looking up for some moral support and also some tit. Kinda biting his lip. Looks scared but excited all at the same time. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Who will ookie on the cookie. Fossa? Bonono? Well probably bonobo. But that's not what we're here for, we're her for pancakes or waffles and damnit we need votes.