Laura Prepon

I’m not a religious person at all, but I’d like to thank the holy ghost for gifting me with a winky.  For when that ghosty genius put a suggestion in God’s suggestion box on how to make life better to give men winkies, he made me and loads of other people happier.

Why am I so glad I have a winky?  Because I get to wank my winkie while looking at pictures of pretty women.  And I get to practice what it would be like if I ever got to put my winky into their woo woo.

And if that chain jangling ghosty could see fit for me to rub my pee pee on any particular girl’s precious, I’d very much like for it to be on the first real red head on my weekly winky wanky installment.

Laura Prepon.

“Who the fuck is that?” I hear you shout from your laptops with your pants around your ankles ready to tickle your pickle.

Remember “That 70′s Show”?

Of course you do.

I’m not talking about the black haired whiny one who gets token lines in Family Guy.

I’m talking about the red haired one that looked about 9 foot tall.

Laura Prepon.

Not convinced?  Take a looky here and see what I’ve cum up with.

Sweet fuckery.  If Jessica Rabbit were a real person, and holy ghost willing she will be one day, she will be Laura Prepon.

She’s a bit upset because those pants tights type things are puttiing up a barrier between my plug and her socket.  We’ll soon remedy that.

Here she is on the couch of my beach house in her bikini top and shorty short shorts.  The hot weather and strong sunshine has turned her hair a slight shade lighter.  I’d like to be able to verify that the curtains match the carpets, but she’s forbidden, like all women from having any carpet at all.  Not even a rug to much on.  I’d swab her deck instead.  Or something else that’s sexier.

Vintage Laura.  I thnk she’s a red head here, but I can’t see it because I’m blinded by the awesomeness of her nipple.

This was hilarious, after I had boned her rotten in a Las Vegas hotel room with the help of a couple of showgirls and a llama, I ran off with all of her clothes leaving her with nothing but that sheet to cover up her lovely lady lumps.  Well it’s either that that’s pissed her off or the fact that I’ve run off while wearing her clothes.  Her spangly hot pants did nothing to contain my massive package, but the halter top looked fucking amazing.  Grumpy cunt.

She made up with me, partly because she couldn’t do with out my sausage in her tuppence, mostly because I gave her her clothes back.  After this picture was taken she started to give out about the mosquitoes that were biting her, so I bent her over that wooden beam and covered her in my own brand of repellent.  It’s sticky and sometimes gloopy, and this one time it smelled like cabbage, but it works.

Maybe I’ve convinced you, maybe I haven’t.  But before you haul your jocks up and leave the internet café, take a look at what I found with the moderator switched off on Google image search.  God bless the holy ghost, my winky, Laura’s woo woo and her itsy bitsy and dipsy that give me stinky winky and a wrinkly pinky.  Also God bless sadder wankers than me who have more time on their hands than me and know how to use Photoshop for the greater good.