| Big Botty's Beautifully Buggeringly Bad B(p)age | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Monaco Grande Prix 1912......and my balls | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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hello, i'm 98 and i live in a hut on a hill somewhere. my colostomy is currently leaking and my breath isn't something to be proud of either. This is a picture of me at the monaco prix, i grazed my ear and chaffed my nostril, but thanks to my incredibly large testicles..i walked away from the crash. They acted in much the same way as an airbag would nowadays...that technology for you. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
| My son..isn't he lovely | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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This is my son Barry, isn't he cute. He lives in Hong Kong now and works as a fat pimp. The bike is a status symbol meaning = I am fat and immobile. Barry is very proud of his gut as it once saved him from a 3500ft fall out of an aeroplane which had taken off without an engine...what are the chances of that happening. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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This is a flower for all the lovely ladies out there..(the ugly ones can look at it if they want but no touching) | This flower grows outside my hut on the hill.....somewhere.
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