Halloween 2008: Oak Lawn, Part III

Continuing where we left off...
Will the real Hillary please raise her cock?

Sour puss?  Sorry, lady.  He wins.

Luke, if she's as willing as I think she is, you won't need to use much Force.

He wants yours to replace his own yellowed set.

Fast food from street-side vendors is more of a gamble than I'm usually willing to make.

Often overlooked is vinyl's ability to wiped clean after a murder or fetish party gone horribly awry.

The cops make a bust.  A big one.

I just came up with this awesome riddle:
Q: You know what dolls like this should be stuffed with?

A: My cock.

Or June Cleaver's.

"Come on.  We'll go get some beers and chase some skirts.  It'll be fun," he said.

Flatter even than the patties he usually serves!*

*Note: This is a criticism of Ronald.  I haven't had McDonalds in upwards of twenty years.  I'd take a flat-chested girl in a second though.

This is how Chris Nolan's planning to do the third movie, just to fuck with you.

Love me tender so you don't crease the suit.

Getting into the costume was a feat in and of itself, but getting the tail to wag once he was inside it was the masterstroke.

Separated by a transporter accident into their opposite component selves, Good Stacy and Evil Stacie abhorred the other's taste in fashion but both thought they had great legs.

When your visibility is impaired in the name of fashion, it's always good to have a seeing-eye-for-the-queer-guy.

And then she responded, "Tiiiiiiiiiin roof!  Rusted."

Sigh.  Another one of those grim talks about the dangers of drinking and driving.

Ozzy and Sharon never fail to get attention.

Alexplored 10/25/08.  All images and text copyright 2008 Alexplorer.
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