The guy doesn’t know if he’s at the wedding, or at his weekend job at the Renaissance Festival (the Zod guy). Seriously what’s with that fucking wording.
Why does every social retard want to have a “memorable wedding”? Most of their guests are just going to remember that they are stupid silly fucking retarded, and their parents are probably trying to figure out how they missed those special testing opportunities.
That made me cry, right in my pants. But what I want to know is, what was Robby doing at that wedding? Ah, weddings. The only time it’s socially acceptable to do the bride in front of her family.
Hey, no butt sex here! I mean, sure, I don’t mind a finger in the butthole every now and then, and well, okay, I’ll jack a buddy off if he’s feeling lonely, but I don’t make eye contact, so…um.
rob should write a book about male to male sexual contact between heterosexual individuals. for educational and etiquette purposes. because sometimes i don’t know how far to let things go before it becomes gay.