I know, I know…it’s the “Monogamous Millenium.” But, every once in a while, don’t ya just feel like going off the reservation and acting like a wild-eyed sexual hedonist? Good. The problem, though, lies in what to do with the fleshbag you bagged (for lack of a better word) after enjoying sweet houghmagandy. Well, the clip in the link below solves everything! Trust me.
Ahhhh…you mean they were two baggers: So ugly there was a bag for her and one for you in case hers ripped open! (bada-bing!! Thank YOU, Rodney Dangerfield!)
I wonder how many guys that’s happened to? And how many guys just shrugged their shoulders, rolled over and went back to sleep, comforted by the thought of the spooning session to come (hee-hee)?
Ahhhh…you mean they were two baggers: So ugly there was a bag for her and one for you in case hers ripped open! (bada-bing!! Thank YOU, Rodney Dangerfield!)
BK
Or the dreaded three-bagger: One bag for her, one bag for you, and another bag to put over the dog’s head so you can look him in the eye in the morning.