Bad Bonaduce Story (as remembered by a sober Mr. Midlifebear)
I'm not interested in running Danny Boy down because he doesn't have a superlative penis. He looks rather normal to me, considering how many dicks I've seen, touched, had up my (young) ass or in my still-hungry mouth lo these many years. Hey, I've had worse things in my mouth, trust me. I just wouldn't touch him with anyone else's dick.
Last year I had a lay-over in LA as I made my way back to Spain. (LAN Chile, don't ask.) I also wanted to take some time and visit a couple of my favorite museums in LA (yes, Angelenos have major kulture!). The day I had planned to visit the Getty I received an e-mail alert that they would be closed, thus rendering my free on-line ticket useless. So, I drove to Tijuana (3 hours-ish). Not only was I shocked at what had happened to the fascinating and titillating quilambo that used to be Avenida Revolución (it's been Disney-fied) the old Fuzzy Land Bar no longer existed in its old, wonderful old debauched form as in years past.
There was no (as in absolutely none at all) action in the old bar --- except for Danny Bonaduce who was drunk but very alert (a little speed with that tequila, sir?) and had a major trailer trash blonde sitting on his lap. And all these years I heard he was such a "christian" and no longer drank. Anyway, despite being somewhat loud, he and his female companion kept pretty much to themselves. She was giving him a lap fuck.
When his date-du-jour finally dismounted him, he wasn't even concerned that someone might stare and get a look at his still rigid dick. As for being a grower, no. But he had what I consider most men have: a real 6-inch chubby.
Those are not fake photos. And as for 'roid use. . . well, they mostly make you impotent. They do not shrink the size of your dick. I'm certain there are plenty of LPSG-ers who can attest that his skin certainly gives away the fact that he's injecting something into his system. I can guarantee you that whatever it is, it isn't good taste.
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Your astonishing literacy and ability to visit a city where even the nuns are brandishing AK-47s for protection (and emerge unscathed) leads me to believe this Danny Bonaduce anecdote is 100% authentic! I am now obsessed with the identity of the trailer trash trollop, even more than whether Sir Bonaduce can attain a length at erection less than my flaccid would be at zero degrees Kelvin. :biggrin1:
No wonder he has such a bad attitude!
Doubtless many members of LPSG think I'm stupid. But my overall criticism of Herr Bonaduce wasn't originally intended to eschew him for the size of his tool. It was because of his public behavior -- not because it was lewd (though that didn't help), but because he was obviously high on something other than a little weed and a couple of beers. He had that skanky look that, whether or not true, belied you might catch something permanent if you rolled in the hay with him. Nasty.
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