Dudes who participate in No Shave November also get to experience No V December.
[*PERSONAL NOTE: seriously self-righteous dudes, No D December?! Male or female, we all have body hair and we all have the right to choose not to pick up a fucking razor. Get over…
Happy Retirement, Kevin Faulk!
Thirteen loyal years to New England.
Three Super Bowl Rings.
One memorable Patriot!
Guys probably have no idea how vulnerable it feels to be bent over, waiting for their cock. Or how good it feels to be taken this way. Their hands on our hips, their cock’s thrusting deep and hard. They can only imagine.
So well put. Thank you, Charlotte.
Tom Brady singing “Call Me Maybe” by Carly Rae Jepsen (by godlike899)
A little rough in the verses but they nail the chorus.
Hail the Dark Lord.
“For years now, the undeniable fact about the National Football League has been that the whole operation is grimly determined to combine the unpredictability of an Amway seminar with the giddy good humor of the North Korean army. This problem has grown especially acute under the recent stewardship of Commissioner Roger Goodell, who seems to imagine himself on a balcony in Buenos Aires, tossing money to the peasants. There was a time, and not so long ago, when the NFL was full to its gunwales with entertaining miscreants of all varieties. Then the Collective assimilated the American Football League, and the steady march toward corporate sports nirvana — i.e., authoritarian tedium on which you can bet — went to the double-quick. Which is why all those people who spend so much time complaining about the No Fun League should embrace Bill Belichick, because Bill Belichick is the NFL’s last real anarchist.”