PunkAss Blog

If I were the marrying kind, I’d be on my knee, asking you to be my bride.

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5 thoughts on “PunkAss Blog

  1. After you’re married, can I still climb through your window late at night, giving you back massages until you feel my hardening manhood pressing between your shoulderblades?

  2. Shoot, sweetie, of course. I don’t think I could give that up. But really, I wish you’d just go ahead and use the front door. I worry you’re going to fall off that ladder and break something.

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