Any upskirt action, though? ...what? Everyone's thinking it, I'm just saying it!
But seriously, about a decade ago, I got lifted off of my feet by some strong, sudden wind gusts in Turkey. While I was hanging onto a lamp-post for dear life, the fat ass who followed me around a lot laughed as the wind gods were too weak to lift his excess elephantine tub of lard body off the Earth. I would have kicked him in his nuts, but I was afraid his puddy crotch would entrap my foot and tear it off so he could feed on my raw flesh while I watch helplessly. Ah, the good ol' days.
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If only Hellion was from Sparta I just might make him my bastich proteges. What a fine prodigy he would've been, too.
Oh well, I'm too shallow to dwell on this any longer.
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2000th post!