letters to my Brothers

Good morning APD and Bozeman PD Being a former volunteer for Santa fe County fire/ems I can tell you that only a career firefighter has too much time on his hands to drink milk like that. Being a rather gifted homosexual myself, I just put my hands behind my back and take the whole rim like I did in my beer drinking days at montana State University in Bozeman.   I held 2 titles in the winter quarter of 1983: Intermural class b racquetball and beer guzzling champion of a drinking fraternity called 'Le Buffons'...the clowns in French. We met every Thursday afternoon in a basement bar called The Zoo and no women were allowed  32 ounces in 2.3 seconds and nary did i spill a drop.  Who knew that that open-throated discipline would raise my grade from a b to an a in 3rd quarter physics 12 weeks later.  News traveled fast, and before long I had a handful of sorority sisters just begging for lessons. My theory has long been proven;  straight women ra

Dear APD and friends; You know why we have snow on the ground already...its you twits that decorate for Christmas early now stop it. Actually I'm looking forward to the winter.  A native of Minnesota  and a major ski bum...I have worked as a ski instructor and ski patrol from Alyeska resort to Bridger Bowl Montana, to Ski Santa Fe and many points between. My parents both skiied as children in Northern Minnesota.  Im getting married in Santa Fe on election day!  I met Joe at a bus stop last spring and he was homeless and I took him in.  I never thought I would have a partner. I haven't had a relationship for 16 years and its comforting to know that someone has my back.   Other than that I have no real news except that my new job at rocky mountain ems is a challenge and stressful

So Ole and Lena were in the back of the brown Packard convertible and things were getting pretty hot and heavy... Lena, couldn't stand it any longer and she cries out, "Oh Ole', I love you!  Now touch me where it smells bad!" So he drove her to Hobbs. Badda Bing, badda boom ..

The probability that we may fail ought not to deter us from the support of a cause we believe to be just...A. Lincoln Well I'm on my way to church as I type this in.  I wanted to tell everyone how Officer V. Baca with the Southeast subdivision was making fun of my beer gut.  Like she has room to talk.  Her ass is as wide as two axe handles and rather dull.  I'd hate to be her girlfriend when she gets home in the morning.  VB: ewe.  What's that smell? Mrs. VB:. Do you like it?  It's special soap I made.  It's got lye, fetid cod liver oil, patchouli thorns, and horny goat bung extract.  Topped with a drop of beaver semen that cost you the next paycheck.  Now put some on after you scrub that cousche.  Icky sticky. VB: Beaver semen.  I want nothing to do with testosterone when I get home.  Now go put on some lipstick and flannel and let mommy go to town on your gash. Mrs V.B.: not today.  Or the next 5 days.  You can tell by the stink my pussy's not pink. VB: swell.

Today's eye opener and this this one first Open links from the bottom up..kinda like me

Greetings Freaklings! I hope you all have a great day.  I'll be adding to this as I can.  Stay posted.  Behave.  And God Bless.