My god. I had completely forgotten about these guys.
|Caminante Nocturno |
OH, PRINCESS EUPHEMIA!!!
Captain Matt Johnson looks like he's slowly oozing out of his uniform.
|wtf japan |
Mothers, lock up your tables!
Cheaper than getting a hooker, I guess.
|Sudan no1 |
is it just me or are they going a little hard on the tablefucker?
|Sick Man |
WON'T SOMEBODY STOP THIS MONSTER BEFORE ANYONE ELSE GETS A FLEETING GLIMPSE OF HIS DICK
It all began with an innocent little footstool. For a while he was seeing a plush Ottoman, and it looked like it was going to last. But it was inevitable, he would always come back to the patio table. It was strong, smooth and durable, and he had to finally admit to himself, these were the qualities he was looking for.
|Jet Bin Fever |
Buttoning that top button is a daily adventure for Captain Matt.
What a pervert! Just drag the table into the basement and fuck it down there like the rest of us do! Geez!
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