bendog
Diamond Member
And now for a further moment of insanity per Justice Kavanaugh
It’s just not as much fun as it was at me and my law clerks’s Friday keggers anymore. Why, I even tried replaced the regular Natty Ice Keg with one of Sam Adams Oktoberfest, hoping people would appreciate the class, but no ... no takers. I just can’t get a fun crowd anymore. RBG was fun and feiesty. I mean she didn’t mind me tickling her little body, and she even led me many a marry chase around my desk. But, a lass, not nearly as much fun now that her health took another down trun. (#mesad)
I tried putting a hand under Sontomayor’s robe once, and she pulled out a knife bigger than my dick, and pierced my damn ear, and said next time she’d fit me for a ring through my sack. No wonder nobody wants to go to Porto Rico!!
And that’s nothing. I tweaked one of Kagan’s titties and the next day, I’m walking to my car and these two guys scraggly beards and funny black hats show up, one hits me in the gut with a pair of gold knuckles and the other just says something like "opfal" or something. I mean speak fcking english, will yah. And then he PISSES on me. ME a Supreme Court Justice. Show me some respect, ya ****.
I mean I get NOTHING at work. Then I go home, and my sad sack nancy of a wife just sits around ... praying Give Me Strength Lord. SCREW that. In high school we didn’t hang around with praying chicks even if they were on their knees crying. Well, sure, sometimes ... but I mean who wants to marry a NUN? Hold on a sec, that cud be rightiously Wrong! Nah, the bishop, he’d never let me do that cause wants to keep it all for hisself. I tried throwing Ashy Ashley on the bed and ripping off her clothes ... she just laid their like a passed out high school girl. I’m PAST that. Thank God for the massage parlor is all I can say. When I leave there, their happy its ended. Haha.
If it weren’t for my two little angels, I’d desspare. They told me they don’ t believe any of the "shit" kids say at school, cause if a woman was rightous, I’d never shove my ball sack in her face. That’s loyalty, my friends. You can’t buy loyalty, and trust me I know that for a fact.
It’s just not as much fun as it was at me and my law clerks’s Friday keggers anymore. Why, I even tried replaced the regular Natty Ice Keg with one of Sam Adams Oktoberfest, hoping people would appreciate the class, but no ... no takers. I just can’t get a fun crowd anymore. RBG was fun and feiesty. I mean she didn’t mind me tickling her little body, and she even led me many a marry chase around my desk. But, a lass, not nearly as much fun now that her health took another down trun. (#mesad)
I tried putting a hand under Sontomayor’s robe once, and she pulled out a knife bigger than my dick, and pierced my damn ear, and said next time she’d fit me for a ring through my sack. No wonder nobody wants to go to Porto Rico!!
And that’s nothing. I tweaked one of Kagan’s titties and the next day, I’m walking to my car and these two guys scraggly beards and funny black hats show up, one hits me in the gut with a pair of gold knuckles and the other just says something like "opfal" or something. I mean speak fcking english, will yah. And then he PISSES on me. ME a Supreme Court Justice. Show me some respect, ya ****.
I mean I get NOTHING at work. Then I go home, and my sad sack nancy of a wife just sits around ... praying Give Me Strength Lord. SCREW that. In high school we didn’t hang around with praying chicks even if they were on their knees crying. Well, sure, sometimes ... but I mean who wants to marry a NUN? Hold on a sec, that cud be rightiously Wrong! Nah, the bishop, he’d never let me do that cause wants to keep it all for hisself. I tried throwing Ashy Ashley on the bed and ripping off her clothes ... she just laid their like a passed out high school girl. I’m PAST that. Thank God for the massage parlor is all I can say. When I leave there, their happy its ended. Haha.
If it weren’t for my two little angels, I’d desspare. They told me they don’ t believe any of the "shit" kids say at school, cause if a woman was rightous, I’d never shove my ball sack in her face. That’s loyalty, my friends. You can’t buy loyalty, and trust me I know that for a fact.
