Oh, Twindaddy. You should be more careful about the personal photos you have floating around out there. In this modern age they are all too easy to find floating around on the interwebs…
People who dance under giant balls covered with glass should never throw stones. On the other hand, as a guy who grew up in Berkeley in the 1960’s and 70’s, I heartily approve of your hippy phase…
But you didn’t really put much work into your Halloween costumes…
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Another decade or two later, and he would have been called The Hotstepper. You know, he’s a lyrical gangster.
He is many kinds of outlaw.
Boy have I missed your crazy posts, now have Mac back…
Back in the saddle.
These just keep getting funnier!
Thank you.
Storm Troopers giving back to the man. Those were the days. Peace.
I hear he ended up protesting against the death star…
Groovy.
Yeah it is.
HAHA!
Thanks.
it’s all been said here…
How so?
in other words the other responders, brilliantly came up with the smart ass things i would have said! lol
although TD does need to get some medication for the the grabby grabby
If it keeps him calm…
ha…him…calm?
Relatively speaking
pft
More Grateful Dead dancing bears, please!
That’s what I always say.
Pot leaf on the crotch. Sweet.
Where else would you put it? I like the bell-bottom storm trooper pants.
…in my hand.
Well then there’s that.
Maybe it would be the right thing to do, to ask “Daddio” if its ok that I grasp hold of his pot leaf.
Surely, it would be ok?
You will have to ask him… but the armor is going to get in the way.
Ahhh….probably good for him.
I will take your word for it… don’t smoke it all in one place…
I grabbed my crotch before MJ made it a thing.
I bet you did.
It’s the disco! He has really been spying on you. You know that right?
*sighs* I know.
It puts the lotion on, or it gets the hose…
oh man… I kill me… but please… you blood-thirsty bastard… let me do it myself… HA!!!
I have cameras set up everywhere.
This is so wrong.
But it feels so right.