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Sunday, December 18, 2016

Greetings Laff Lovers,

The brutally cold weather we have been experiencing recently has been keeping me and mine indoors a LOT, and I gotta tell you, it blows. My kids are out of control and my wife is a nervous wreck. Why can't life be like it is in the movies? And by 'the movies' I mean a good and raunchy porn.

In my mind's eye the holidays would find the kids eagerly planning a surprise for mom and dad downstairs, while mom and dad are upstairs in a 69. Things would take their natural course with spanking and slapping, and maybe a finger up the ass, and we would finish with a pretty sloppy ending involving my wife's chest, face, hair and a picture of her sister in lingerie.

But, NOOOOOOOO! None of that for ol' TZ. I guess I'll just continue to live my Mittyesque existence and hope my kids don't put me in an old folks home before I'm 60.

Ho ho holy,


TZ

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