I would force feed Patrick his dice if he tried to play with my group.
No, child. You wouldn't. You would be immediately immobilized and held down while the cops were called. The back of your head would also get slapped by pendulous, disgusting bitch tits. He'd then willingly eat his dice. He willingly eats many, many things.
Enjoy prison.
I was going to psychoanalise Pat and say maybe he calls everyone child every time because he so misses his baby; but then remembered he threatened to like.. Burn that baby down.
So was my delusion
You two...
Pig man decided today he will be a bitch worthy of his bitchtits
Really helped improve my mood after having to go through a TSA checkpoint. I'm not sure what's larger in quantity, the amount of hate Rick has for being a physically fit, likable, successful author or the amount of hate I have for the US government.
You pretty much get side eyes in Wisconsin for not being a die hard packers fan.
No, child. You don't. The FBI knows you don't. They know Patrick does because he's so fat people are damn amazed he's still in their peripheral vision 20 seconds after walking by them.
A lifetime of prepping bulls.....sometimes literally thanks to his daddy's ole rodeo friends....has taken its toll on fatrick's jaw
For you, my beloved Judge:
Patrick is prepping Kool'aidrion after opening the cans of Bush's Baked Beans for D'arquarius and Kayeff'ceevon. Kool'aidrion is clenching his cheeks hard as not to waste the PPP payout Nikki makes available to the "marginalized communities" for their "contributions to local culture."
It's a blow-bang situation for the nogs as Patrick gets on his knees in a central part of the room (they will have to help him up after since his knees can't take the weight anymore).
"Glargh! Glargh! Glargh!*" He then gasps and licks his piggy lips as he pulls back from the BBC.
He looks up at Kool'aidrion with watery eyes and exclaims, "Yeah...you like that deep throat action, don't you, child? The police know you do."
He then reaches out a trotter to grasp at the nearest black cock floating by him and with a very gay lisp says, "Get that atalker cock over here! You may not enjoy this. But. We. Will."
*-I really don't know how to write blowjob noises.
Pat's Thanksgiving meal looks like something served at a retirement home. Just tragic in its sadness, really.
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Did he put that turkey in dehydrator? Why the fuck is it so dry?
So that whole plan kinda sank before it even left the dry dock.
I suspect most common watercraft that Patrick boards would sink before they left the dry dock. He is quite overweight.