That micropenis has a total hunk and gifted athlete attached to it.you know you’ve got a micropenis when you can wear such tiny trunks
I'll spot you the small-dicked roughneck mechanic, but I don't see the urination or the porn-hung artist anywhere in sight. Now that's unfair. LOLReminds of a small-dicked rough-neck mechanic pissing next to a porn-hung artist. So unfair...LOL
I'm talking about how nature sometimes throws us ironies.@fangs_
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I'll spot you the small-dicked roughneck mechanic, but I don't see the urination or the porn-hung artist anywhere in sight. Now that's unfair. LOL
Actually, I question the small dick part. Yeah, not huge or anything, but he looks pretty soft flopping his dick about like that, like he's still trying to get the damn thing up. I'd say small-average at worst. But admit, it's hot seeing a hairy, bearded, muscle hunk jacking off a lil dick. Gets me hard every time I wank off in front of the bedroom mirror, LOL
Okay, now I see. Life has thrown me a few ironies. My wife and I were waiting for a table at the bar in a restaurant. An Italian-looking guy and his date were sitting on barstools.. Turned out he'd dated my wife for a couple months before we met. He was an artist; later saw some of his work in a gallery downtown; really nice, modern, bright , bold colors.I'm talking about how nature sometimes throws us ironies.
The hung artist and the small-dicked mechanic.
Life is like that...
Take care, little dick.
Irony here: I'm not feminine, but I'm definitely no hunter or mechanic-type (like a rough neck in a big truck), I got "my big truck." Life's a dick-of-a-bitch sometimes.Okay, now I see. Life has thrown me a few ironies. My wife and I were waiting for a table at the bar in a restaurant. An Italian-looking guy and his date were sitting on barstools.. Turned out he'd dated my wife for a couple months before we met. He was an artist; later saw some of his work in a gallery downtown; really nice, modern, bright , bold colors.
Anyway, their buzzer went off, scuttling across the bar, and they stood up to go into eat. I nearly went into shock; he was a runt: 5'4"? 5.5"? Later, as my wife and I stood outside for our car at the valet service, I made some clever crack about his height. She grinned and advised me with a touch of sadism not to judge a book by its cover. The artist, she claimed, was hung like a horse! Now I'm not a mechanic but a 6'3" former college football player, hung like a chipmunk.
Yes, the ironies of nature. You take care too, Big Bull.
I took a look at your gallery. You definitely live up to the name, @BIGBULL29. No ironies for you. You could be an interior decorator or woman's hair stylist -- or even a 5'4" artist! -- and still be the total stud in the room!Irony here: I'm not feminine, but I'm definitely no hunter or mechanic-type (like a rough neck in a big truck), I got "my big truck." Life's a dick-of-a-bitch sometimes.
I'm a linguist, liljock. Neutral profession.I took a look at your gallery. You definitely live up to the name, @BIGBULL29. No ironies for you. You could be an interior decorator or woman's hair stylist and still be a total stud!.
Do we know who this guy is ?you know you’ve got a micropenis when you can wear such tiny trunks
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