We all did our part in not asking. But the mother fucker just can't shut the fuck up about how much cock he gobbles. Can't you get court marshaled for that shit? God damn.
I will be sure to write and direct a film wherein a Navyman is tortured extensively. It will be filmed in Russian. It will be four hours in length. It will be genius.
It will be titled "Quid, Your Genitals Will Be Mutilated Like The Guy In This Movie".
But seriously, I have never felt less safe than when I knew that this man was protecting us from the terrorists. And then after that, what does he do? He travels around like a god damn hippie just visiting people. All I want to know is when is the scurvy going to kill him. Is that so much to want to know about Quid?
But seriously, I have never felt less safe than when I knew that this man was protecting us from the terrorists. And then after that, what does he do? He travels around like a god damn hippie just visiting people. All I want to know is when is the scurvy going to kill him. Is that so much to want to know about Quid?
Him being 100% fruit pretty much makes him immune to scurvy.
Ah Quid, proving that Winston Churchill was at least 2/3rds correct about the navy . . . at least, I haven't heard any tales of corporal punishment, yet.
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We could have a caption contest!
On the black screen
Jesus christ, did he get all of his hair singed off the day before, or does he just have the body type of an 8 year old boy?
On the black screen
It will be titled "Quid, Your Genitals Will Be Mutilated Like The Guy In This Movie".
But seriously, I have never felt less safe than when I knew that this man was protecting us from the terrorists. And then after that, what does he do? He travels around like a god damn hippie just visiting people. All I want to know is when is the scurvy going to kill him. Is that so much to want to know about Quid?
Him being 100% fruit pretty much makes him immune to scurvy.
I didn't realize they needed mechanisms to mate. Man, being gay is complicated.
Hats off to you, sir.
It was still a better lay than that hairless navy-boy, Quid.
Somehow I feel not-very-protected by a 90-pound Colin Mochrie impersonator in white Nikes.
'njoy your cock, seaman.
I should take this as a sign.