Don't think so....let me go take inventory of the gear downstairs and see if something new/unfamiliar has appeared...let you know if I find something of interest!
You know these kind of things were so much more amusing before I had two daughters. Now I don't like to think about the stuff the drunk co-eds do and have done to them in that condition.
This is a hilarious thread. "Bitch-O-meter"... heh.
Back in the days of my irresponsible youth, I once drank too much red wine and threw up from a moving car. The next day, there was a purple "splash" from the passenger window all the way to the back bumper of my white Camaro.
On the other hand, they could be like the ones I hung out with It was all fun and games till I got a daughter of my own. Now her meeting someone like "I" use to be(as I clean the gun) is what scares me, well it doesn't scare me, more like Pi____ me off.
You know the difference between having a daughter and having a son? When you have a son, you just have to worry about ONE penis...when you have a daughter you have to worry about them all!!
i to have two daughters and its me all thier uncles all her bad web uncles and all the bikers in the driveway cleaning guns that future boys will have to contend with.....