Adventures Of Dick Black - 1987

One, two.

I can't believe it.

This never happens to me, that is, Wilbur, old boy.

Bradford Huntington can always get a hand on it.

I was born with a hat on.

Oh, woe is me.

How can this be?

You, what are you doing here?

No, put that *** away.

I'll get out next time, I swear it.

No, don't.

He's not a roost, Mr. Dahmer.

We can't change that, Mr. DeHavilland.

I'll make sure I get my money's worth.

I'll show you what.

See? With the ***!

He's what I said, he's been taught!

Good Lord.

There was something more annoying than that in my life.

All in all, I figured it was a good idea.

I was minding my own business, pondering the plug.

I promptly put away Master Johnson and pulled my ivory-handled pistol.

Whoever was interrupting my mass-patory manipulations was going to pay.

The only thing worse than giving up the jerk-off halfway through

is trying to stop mid-piss.

Your balls don't like it.

And it makes you clench your asshole.

And I wasn't gonna take this lying down.

Cut that shit out, man!

What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Shit!

What the hell is the matter with you, motherfucker?!

You trying to kill my ass?!

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