Do you raise your eyes to the heavens and pose too?
Of course. It would be a pointless endeavor without the posing.
I’M JAVERT. DO NOT FORGET MY NAME. DO NOT FORGET ME.
I am twofold jealous. I wonder how my cookies stack up against those?
Two different worlds, my dear. Cookies from the homeland are flavored with nostalgia and warm, fuzzy bliss. Whereas your cookies are sinful delights.
Hello, my lovelies. Now I’ll be the first to admit that I haven’t thought too much about this week’s derriere before. I was never much for the fantasy tales of the future and all that, and I only have a bit of a cursory familiarity with the mythos of “Erect Mass” or whatever it is. Hawke does like…
Greetings, my ducklings. It is once again time to investigate what lies beneath, those hidden inner secrets behind interesting and important people. This week, we will be examining the buttocks of a man I would like to have a drink with. He’s suave, charming, and irrepressibly irresponsible, with an ego the size of a small planet. Unfortunately, we’re discussing his outward appearance, and while he’s quite the dapper fellow in his casual clothing, he is truly armored and guarded beyond all measure.
Of course, my darling onefangirlamongmany. You asked, and so this week, we will be squeezing the buns of iron.