Jerod in Pennsylvania

Jerod Mathew or Jerod Michael – who works in a manufacturing plant in Penn State – you are seriously one deranged and f*’d up, poorly hung panty sniffing mo-fo.

 

Be on the look out for a man with brown hair, bklue eyes about 6 feet tall who loves to sniff recently worn, unwashed panties.

Let’s face it, it is probably as close to a real womans’ personal bits as he is likey to get.

 

COme on loser, send me the picture you owe me!

you in the pink panties

Sorry Michael, we spoke 3 nights ago and I forgot to blog!

I was diistracted by the story of the man whose wife cuckholds him and makes him “help” the man into her. Dumb ass loser -

I lost my focus, and I appologize, but now I have done it – you are immortal in the Carolina’s and in your soft pink undies!

it;s not wise to write rude things . . . .

You can’t change a man

unless he is in diapers.

-Qoute for the day

I will never say “I kiss the pig on the penis” . . . again

I was at a party and we played an interresting version of “scissors” and “spin the bottle”

here are the rules as found on “the Knot . com”:

Kiss The Pig

Great for: Adventurous, co-ed crowds

How to play: Guests sit in a circle; the maid of honor (or other brave soul) stands in the center of the circle. With absolute seriousness, she pretends to hold a small, imaginary pig out in front of her and says (with total confidence), “I kiss the pig on the nose.” She kisses the invisible pig’s snout and passes him to the guest on her left. This guest, in turn, says “I kiss the pig on the earlobe” (or other body part), kisses him, and then passes the pig on to the next guest, etc. Guests must always select unique body parts to kiss. When the pig has been passed around the entire circle, the maid of honor stands up and announces, “Okay, now you have to kiss the person to your left exactly where you kissed the pig!” One by one, guests must follow her saucy command.

Pointers: While this game is hilarious, parents and grandparents might not be so amused. It’s perfect for a young, cocktail-swilling crowd.

Dear Joe the King of feathers

Listen up freak boy -

You don’t need to know about my sneezes – when I want you to know, I will tell you so.

If I have not answered your question – well, it is a stupid question – Suck it up and stop being vulgar.

It’s SNOT that important

The internet is a Dominant jerk

why is it always telling me to “SUBMIT”>

so, this is the blog I read . . . girly but good

Charming but Single

She’s funny, and in this one particular post – she has caught me in the act – oops. That was a little more personal than you needed to know – but I am working through some things,

Dear “Mike” – don’t be soo cheap…

This was in my keen,com mailbox today:

Would love to chat with you , you are stunning and I love your profile . I am honest to admit that your rates are high for me( esp in this recession climate lol ) ,yet you are compelling . I would love to chat longer so if you are kind to compensate with some free keen mins I will add on money and gladly rate you 5******s for your compassionate heart

thanks

mike
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Dear Mike,
This is my hobby but I also make money on this. If I wanted to talk to you for free, I would become your friend. If I wanted to feel cheap and used – there are other “mikes” already attempting to make me feel that way.

Everyone determines their own worth. I am worth more than $1.45 a minute, but if you don’t want to pay that – no biting allowed- get steppin to someone who likes that!

Man up, buck the economy and call me.

Fart jokes… really?

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