Nothing gets me going more than a set of good, old fashioned tits. They look real, too. You think they're real? Might make me feel better if they were. But I guess when it comes down to it, what does it really matter, anyway? They're fun both real and fake.
But what would I know, I haven't seen a real-live naked woman since 1994.
(By the way, NSFW. You know me, always looking out to keep you employed.)
[courtesy of Big Ten Poon, which seems like an oxymoron]
Here at West BY GOD Virginia, we're just three guys who wanted to start their own blog about WVU and the Mountaineers. At the same time, we enjoy gratuitous pictures of hot chicks, unneeded cursing, and verbally (and pictorially) killing our opponents' players, coaches, and fans. It's the American dream.
2 comments:
Too bad it looks like the football team went Click-Clack all over her face
that chicken is FUGLY (as are most of them here in Cbus). They're a very homely bunch for such a large school.
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