BL 'Healthy nutritious diet' beer whisky?

Arizona's answer is perfect. To add, if you're getting yourself off, please use a condom and a surgical glove.

On 2020-03-17 11:22:25 Oliver Cloeshoff said:
On 2020-03-17 10:54:30

Peace (as Gundie would say)

@Oliver Cloeshoff.
Poor ol' Gundie is "dead". He ended his run on life and punting in a "blaze of glory", William H.Bonney style, true to form with a bottle of Jack on his lips and the warm luscious and hungry mouth of his favourite EBONY sexy minx wrapped around his eagerly rock hard tool. Lol.

What a legacy, what a mighty good man. May God rest his legendary soul in "PEACE" ;) !

On 2020-04-10 07:12:08 NovaZN said:
On 2020-03-17 11:22:25 Oliver Cloeshoff said: On 2020-03-17 10:54:30

Peace (as Gundie would say)

@Oliver Cloeshoff.
Poor ol' Gundie is "dead". He ended his run on life and punting in a "blaze of glory", William H.Bonney style, true to form with a bottle of Jack on his lips and the warm luscious and hungry mouth of his favourite EBONY sexy minx wrapped around his eagerly rock hard tool. Lol.

What a legacy, what a mighty good man. May God rest his legendary soul in "PEACE" ;) !

@NovaZN - Haha "Dead" you say? I find that a long stretch of the imagination to think that is so. Retirements are temporary in these purple halls and nom de plumes abound aplenty.

Now I believe in resurrection!

On 2020-04-10 17:34:45 Kimmylee said:
Now I believe in resurrection!

Oh my dear and sweet Kimmy Lee, well well, you certainly have a way of making a believer out of me with just one line. "Resurrection'... ohhh darling that word, the way you say it, sounds delicious, because of course, it rhymes with.. you know, the other "rection" word. Kkkkk .. The thought of my member being "resurrected" in between your heavenly juicy thighs sounds like something worth pursuing, post-lockdown. Having said that, I think that Miss Kimmy Lee be a lady worth breaking lockdown regulations for (and in his intensely horny current state, NovaZn, with his daily and ever increasing raging cock fire in his pants, contemplates, for the briefest of moments in his wonderfully active imagination, packing a suitcase full of Johnny Walker, Hennessy, wine, lots of wine, cigars and of course those fluffy handcuffs he reserves for "special ladies" (#truth), skipping town and hitting the road to rendezvous with the magical fairy queen that is Miss KL, to meet her in all her gorgeous flesh and, put it mildy, go all ga ga and go go go ghostbustas on her sexy little chocolate bunny frame, but then Nova thinks twice about the prospects, after seeing a large Roadblock and SANDF "skop and donder balaclava bruisers", staring at him as he races towards his certain death with thoughts of miss K L in his starry eyes and a raging woody woodpecker in his pants. Sigh... Some heeectic, fantastic, horny daydreaming Lockdown and blueballed SHIT right there.