This table cloth is just so wrong, yet so right. I guess my grandmother had something on her mind when we did the stitch work. Either that, or a naughty grand kid took some artistic license with a felt tip pen. Whatever the case may be, this just cracks my shit up.So there you have it, folks. You got to see my cock. Don't look at it too long though, you might start wanting a bucket of fried cock. Cock 'n' waffles! Mmmmmmmm!
Such a pretty cock. Tasty too!
8 comments:
The naughty grand kid is thinking of cock?
wow. Thanks for sharing your cock with us dude.
Oh, you know I just gotta.....
Is that special sauce?
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I'm thinking that I should not have shown my cock. Only three comments so far. My cock's feathers must be too fluffy and intimidating. I thought a cock could never get enough fluffing.
Grunt...you kill me :)
LOL!
My grandma had "stuffed cocks" all over the house. We called them "Brock- Brocks", like the sound a chicken makes...
Actually, they were hens and cocks...all stuffed like little pillows.
They scared me- but yours didn't :)
I think everyone is astounded by your cock. Astounded speechless.
Tell me your Grammy didn't embroider the word "Cock" on that tablecloth and that the naughty grandkid with a Sharpie is what happened here.
I would like to think my Grammy did not even know that word.
Too damn funny.
I love your website. It has a lot of great pictures and is very informative.
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