Dude, JC, you go right ahead and let me know how this one works out for ya', okay doll?
Like you're gonna find any figure-conscious chick in her right mind who's willing to wolf down a slab of butter-laden lobster, chased by a side of starch, with another side of starch, and topped off with half-a-cup of creamy fat-n-calories, before she goes face-down-ass-up over a pile of silky pillows for you??
The way I see it, that's a recipe for puking one's lungs out 5 minutes into the game. Provided, of course, you lasted that long in the first place. :P
LOL, ya' chubby-chaser.....
(And what's with this "lobster from the Finest Sea
" sh!t? As opposed to what? "The nastiest, rankiest, swath of ocean downstream of a raw-sewage wastewater treatment plant I could find"?) Oh lawd!! Is yer game this weak *all
* the time, my friend?