As I said yesterday, here at The Daily Chrenk we are the equal opportunity mockers and judgers. It has been a while between the drinks – a year and a half to be exact – but unlike for Girls Gone Wild, I need to rely on my female (or gay) contributors to provide me with the material for Boys Gone Wild. So ladies, if you want to see more (and who wouldn’t?*) of the best of the best, the flower of the south-east Queensland manhood, you need to pick up your act and send in more screenshots.
* great many actually; arguably even more after this post.
Yep, you’re lucky no-one actually reads these, because if they do, they will judge you a dickhead hey.
I don’t think there are any questions really. Nope. None.
P.P.S. The feeling is not mutual.
Who’s better to accompany you on your deathmarch than a broke and boring scientist who doesn’t want your money, only a sip?
” I want someone to look at me the way I look at myself in a mirror.”
Dear [REDACTED], 31, please don’t give up your day job.
And you’re getting your man-credentials revoked together with your testicles for using goddamned animal filters.
Do they involve killing hitch-hikers?
On the other hand, if you rope the 6’1 110kg hairy daddy he will look like a roast.
Left or right?
In Spain they teach you that your best angle is sideways and thrusting forward your crotch.
Sensible <- <-
Serious question – who’s wearing the skirt?
Who amongst us doesn’t BBQ shirtless?
Anyway, Merry Christmas to all TDC female readers. May Santa bring you something much, much better this year!