The first bottle, IIRC.

69, son. 69.

If you have a problem with neurodivergent ape namers, please understand that you’re wrong wrong wrong.

Seems like you need more freedom.

And even faster if you pour it into a glass like a decent human versus drinking straight from the bottle like my mom would say, “a goddam animal like your father”.

It tastes like the other bottles. They’re identical.

You just rubbed one out looking at this poor patriot’s family foto, didn’t you? And you bust that nut in a flash!

Not only am I aware and I consent to the microscopic bumping and grinding on my facial follicles, I occasionally rub one out just thinking about the gang bang going down between my eye brows.

Definitely worth the microplastics and fart infused libations. Aunt Bertha can get that pressure high enough to squirt a laser beam of wine across the living room.

Articles have stated that soaking does not prevent the spread of sexually transmitted infection and may still result in pregnancy.[3]

…All the risk without the fun… Like sticking an alcohol drenched tampon in your booty hole.