As we hurry away to the end, my friend, Of this sad little farce called existence, We are sure that the future will bring one thing, And that is the grave in the distance. And so when our lives run along all wrong, And nothing seems real or certain, We can comfort ourselves with the thought (or not) Of that spectre behind the curtain. Warning: This site contains adult material!
Parents were visiting this weekend so no time to blog will try to catch up after work.
Here's some hot speedos for you guys.
Posted by BlackGold at 7/02/2006 08:23:00 AM
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