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 I'll be Slot C-ing You I haven't been paying enough attention to the whole Kobe story, so am I getting this correctly? Kobe has (allegedly) injured three different women with his massive member. The first two allegedly, if I'm getting the alleged facts straight, took place at his home. Wife of Kobe has stood by him without a screaming public bitchout, aided no doubt by the $4mill rock. Is it obvious that Mr. K has the fabled 'open marriage', or has this not been determined? If so, what are the boundaries? Is it that he has to go elsewhere for his Slot C needs? Clearly I need to watch more tabloid TV. P (all Slot C all day on the FB. Except for cake.) D | 
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 The pornos I've seen do not wait around long after the act. Busy cleaning up and moving on. Time is money after the money shot. In my own experience spelunking Slot C, I have not stooped to gawk the gape. I am usually washing my hands so as not to get Santorum on my cigarette. However, the porn cameras seem to rush in quickly, leading me to surmise that it is a fleeting dilation. [edit: the porn that I watch, not that I make] I have heard anecdotal evidence of homosexual men who are consigned to wearing Depends. I think this is probably the result of tearing due to improper stretching. Just like any athletic activity. Really. Relax. | 
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 Other prediction: Alison is cutting off her own head. She'd be way better off sticking by Nathan, Erika and Jack. She's got no shot with the stooges and Jun. | 
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 Gross Anatomy In one medical school course I attended, we spent an entire lecture on extracting difficult objects from people's asses. There were all sorts of X-rays of bizarre shit stuffed (and usually stuck) inside of poor bastards' bungholes. Obviously, there were sauseages, bananas and sex toys aplenty. Less common were common household tools like screwdrivers & hammers (handle side facing inward). There was a live, shaved, declawed hamster. I also recall: A small, square tool box. Mrs. Butterworth (yes, the whole bottle of syrup). A light bulb. An umbrella. And lots of other various and sundry items. But my favorite had to be an entire jar of Peanut Butter! I kid you not. Although the X-ray was downright hilarious (and seemingly anatomically impossible) the story was better. If I remember correctly, when the guy was interviewed by the attending physician, he claimed that he was snacking on some peanut butter as he stepped, naked, into the shower. He then finished snacking and put the jar on the floor. Thereafter, he turned around and, slipping on a bar of soap, landed ass-first on the jar which -- POOF -- popped right into his ass! I have never laughed so hard in all my life... Talk about your gaping holes... | 
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