Oh, and the motto on the SM-2 states “It’s the rules”.
That was sort of the rallying cry for the three of us who got that, and was used to justify entirely too much alcoholic experimentation.
Anchor Steam was the studio. USNA classmate provided the design. It’s my only one–a high pain threshold does not equal masochism.
The wee bairn is the god-daughter. She’s a teenager now. I’ve only been married these five years. I’m led to understand that sex is a requirement for producing children, but my owner is such a busy lady. ;)
Here is an album mostly featuring me, and also my inflatable girlfriend in some exotic locations.
Glad to see you’re feeling better!
Yes sir Gordon, and I’m easily amused.
Rockin’ tat, Smitty!
Yeah, it’s a cartoon gecko riding on an SM-2, carrying a trident, and, when observed very closely, sporting wood. ;)
Oh, and the motto on the SM-2 states “It’s the rules”.
That was sort of the rallying cry for the three of us who got that, and was used to justify entirely too much alcoholic experimentation.
Gecko’s don’t sport wood, Smitty. Did you get this inked in a Puerto Rican whorehouse?
Just giving you shit, dude.
The tat is brilliant, so’s the personal story behind the art. The baby is adorable, too. Is it y’alls?
I think I prefer you in uniform rather than painted blue in the near nude.
Anchor Steam was the studio. USNA classmate provided the design. It’s my only one–a high pain threshold does not equal masochism.
The wee bairn is the god-daughter. She’s a teenager now. I’ve only been married these five years. I’m led to understand that sex is a requirement for producing children, but my owner is such a busy lady. ;)
You’ve stumbled across some pretty strange, yet interesting, things.
Thanks for sharing.
And just how do you claim such knowledge of my gecko, hm?
The tune kinda-sorta reminds me of Kodachrome“>. In a 21st century way, of course.
It is amazing how completely impractical the female anatomy is. I’m not complaining.
Alls I can say is, That goddess-looking person on the bed better not be Andrew Sullivan.
I can handle it if you say “Ha Ha on you, Lance. That’s not chicken. It’s tofu.”
“Oh, okay.”
Or, “Nah. I was only pretending. You weren’t as good as advertised.”
“Dang. Sorry. Well, once more into the breach then.”
But to give your soul to what you thought—wrongly—was female?…. Well, all I can say is Boy, Howdy.
@Lance,
I think we can trust Daphne to have more regard for her readers than that.
@Smitty.
I agree, but them women from Texas….
They like a good laugh.
You gotta watch ‘em like a hawk.
The gal singing (assuming it’s not lip synch) is smoking hot!!
IMHO.
How the hell did a word like “avatar” end up in our lexicon?? Rhetorical question, of course.
- The gal singing (assuming it’s not lip synch) is smoking hot!!
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