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Erin O'Brien
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My loins are anything but tender, darling.
That would go spectacularly with the wine I bought yesterday. Yes, I caved. I said I wouldn't buy a bottle until I got a job. But I couldn't handle it any longer so I bought two bottles.
Yummm.
Now I am hungry for tenderloin. I had a Focaccia with chicken and charamalized onions along with a lemon salad and pudding for desert. I am hungry again.
well, I'm glad it wasn't just me that saw the head of a penis. Suddenly I'm hungry... and it ain't for pork.
Since other comments made me see the phallicisity, I lost my appetite for kittens.
"Hey hon, come here and take a look at this."
"What?" he says. "It's the pork"
"The pork looks like a dick," I say. "This is what a dick looks like. I'm taking a picture of it."
"You're taking a picture of the pork?"
People.
I posted the picture of the pork solely because it looks like a dick.
We ate the whole thing.
You ate my dick?
There goes the neighborhood.
those tenderloins sure get really tender after being strapped to my thighs.
Oh yeah, it does.
Where the hell is my head at? It's always in the gutter, now I have to go find it elsewhere.
Eff!
I'm in good company...I thought - erin has barbequed a penis...I knew I loved that gal.
Wow.
I had to send this one around for reasons I can't really go into. But suffice it to say that I know someone whose nickname is "Loin" unbeknownst to her.
Yum!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah, I too felt a sharp, grilled sensation at first glance, it was the comments previous to mine that authenticated the sharp, grilled sensation.
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